Jude bit his lip and swallowed his anxiety as he lifted his hand and knocked on the door. He could hear muffled rummaging sounds behind the door and, soon enough, footsteps that got closer. Reacting too slowly, the door swung into Jude’s face that was leaning against it just moments earlier. “Oh! Oh no I’m so sorry!” a woman’s voice shouted. Before he could blink the dazed feeling out of his eyes, Jude felt the woman’s ha...

It was only a matter of time before Grace would visit my mother again, and I would be there. I was not worried about that, although I did have some concern that Mom would somehow realise that there was some 'naughtiness' in the relationship between me and Grace. The 'naughtiness', of course, was a big part of the sexual excitement that Grace and I felt, although I am not sure that we both felt it in the same way. Grace wa...

I awoke with Jan still lying on my chest. It took me a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. 5 am. We must have drifted off to sleep, I thought to myself. I needed to get up and use the bathroom. She rolled over on her back as I moved her. I went to the bathroom and returned to the bed. She was lying there on top of the bed naked. I couldn't help to admire her b...

It had been a few weeks since I hurt my ankle and met Jan at the hospital. I had just gotten home from practice and saw a note that Jan had called. I held the piece of paper in my hand as my mind wandered back to that sex filled night and her amazing little body. I smiled as I headed downstairs to my room. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. The phone rang several times before someone answered. It was the nursing...

My name is Abby, short for Abernathy. I am a 20-year-old biological male, five feet and seven inches tall, with a slight, even willowy, feminine build. I graduated from high school at age 14, and from UCLA at 16. I am currently a PhD student in comparative literature. I am a legalized sissy, owned by my mother Sondra. Sondra is divorced, 40 years old, and a stunningly beautiful and well-preserved woman. She is a tremendou...

Chapter 1: She Rode Waves Vivienne rode the last wave in, clean and steady, popped up with practiced ease, and stepped off onto wet sand like she’d been doing it all her life. At seventy-six, she still surfed four mornings a week. No crowd, no chatter, just her, the board, the break. Her thighs were strong from the paddling. Her arms pulled her forward with quiet force. The cold Pacific didn’t faze her. Up on the trail, a...

Before I tell you about the next thing that happened to me at the pool where I started to work (you can read about the first thing in Marianne Eats Troy), I should remind you that I'm real and the pool is real so if you want to know anything more about what happened, just ask in comments, and I'll get back to you. Anyway, it was my second week at work and I was still buzzing from my first-day encounter with Troy, the hot...

I had finally made the interior plan for renovating Harri. He had begun to carry out my plan and some of the old wallpaper had already been stripped off the walls and the surfaces smoothed. Now it was time for painting. The living room was already being redecorated, so Harri had moved the Dominatrix supplies mattress and other things to the large bedroom. He had a normal bed, of course, but he thought a mattress on the fl...