Clarice had had enough. She was struggling to let the horrifying memory of the last month and a half be massaged out of her. There was no question that the spa was delightful, but the unsettled former bride-to-be wanted to move on to something else. Her best friend and former maid of honor, Emma, looked up through dazed and relaxed eyes and watched the stunning mocha-skinned Clari sit up on the edge of her table. She murm...

The taste of him was a ghost in my mouth. I woke with a start, the phantom sensation of salt and sin clinging to my palate. Morning light, clean and accusatory, streamed through my window. I bolted from bed, not to my closet for school clothes, but to the bathroom sink. I scrubbed my teeth until the minty foam turned pink, my gums screaming in protest. But it was no use. I could still feel it—the bitter tang of his finish...

I’m Angela. I am 42 and have been divorced for nearly 6 months and separated for almost 2 years. I am 5’1” with strong shoulders, large breasts, curvy hips, and a firm ass, which has developed since I discovered CrossFit between lockdowns 1 and 2 during Covid and very quickly became addicted to it. Without realising it, it was a way of me coping with my now ex’s behaviour. After my ex and I separated, I decided that I wou...

When I left for college, my mom started dating Doug, a kind guy who didn’t bat an eye when I came out as gay. He even tried to play wingman for me a few times—not very successfully, but it was always good for a laugh. By my sophomore year, they were married, and I was happy for them. Doug was easygoing, and we got along well. But the summer of my junior year, when I returned home, everything took an unexpected turn. My mo...

Checking out the campus Heidi felt a wave of anticipation as she was dropped off at her boyfriend, George’s house. She had a small weekend bag with her containing enough clothes for two nights away. Ostensibly she was going to visit the Campus in Newcastle to see if it was somewhere she would be interested in doing her degree, but the truth was that she had engineered the trip so that she could spend a couple of nights al...

I met Richard the first time he came with his family to meet my cousin. It was an arranged introduction, the kind of meeting that should have settled into memory and disappeared. But Richard didn’t fold into the background the way everyone else did. He cut through the room like a low, steady rhythm: dusky skin, careless stubble, clothes that sat on him as if they had been made to know him. When he smiled, it was small and...

Blacked Out I have found that success as a cross dresser is as much confidence as it is appearance. At twenty-five, I have been out in public as a cross-dressing club gurl for several years. Having skillfully developed good looks, fashion sense and a petite body has inspired many wondrous experiences. I am five-foot five and still weigh a slim one hundred and twenty-eight pounds. With shoulder-length natural blonde hair,...

A bit about me. I'm 61, not too bad a shape (photos on my profile are real and of me) and generally a fairly good-natured bloke. I like a joke and typically get on with people. Not been married long, but have been with my wife for 25 years. As were are both older, things have become run-of-the-mill between the sheets, doesn’t mean I don’t get urges, but normally I take things I sort myself out. My wife has never been that...

Finally, we're alone. It took some orchestration, but for once, all my carefully laid plans came to fruition. I sit on the desk in my best imitation of being cool about it. The school is empty despite my heart jumping at every sound, real or imagined. "Aren't you a little overdressed?" you ask. God, you're daft. Yes, I'm wearing fishnets under my skirt and a choker to study for the team project. Maybe I also just forgot t...