I was sitting at home thinking, and feeling kind of horny. I was thinking about the past. A few times I had a chance at having sex with another male friend of mine, but missed out because of women. Back in the 80's it was a different time than now. I was chasing women back then. It was kind of taboo to have gay sex, or being known as gay back then. When there wasn't any women to chase, I'd still be driving around horny. O...

I had been living on the superyacht for two weeks now, as Olivia and I had settled into my new life with ease. I had an almost daily routine of going to the gym in the mornings with my sissy friend and roommate, Lexi, where she taught me exercises to grow my booty and tone the rest of my body. I still didn't have much in the way of girl clothes, so at the suggestion of Mistress Bella, I performed my morning workouts naked...

Two Pretty Gurls St. Catherine's Street in downtown Montreal is one of the world's most vibrant streets and entertainment corridors. Known for its energetic, exciting, and often crowded venues, it is lined with quality restaurants, theaters, and many popular nightclub establishments. St. Catherine's Street attracts a diverse and generally sophisticated group of patrons. I love this area, and I decided to go out much earli...

Going into the building on my third day as Olivia’s assistant, I was having second thoughts. The elevator arrived, and walking in, I saw a redhead near the back, and she flashed a smile. The doors closed before three others entered. I felt a hand rubbing my cheeks, and I froze. The redhead had moved up closer without saying a word. I fought off the urge to say anything. Her hand moved slowly around my waist. All the other...

As my teen years progressed, my little feminine traits and preferences somehow became more important to me, and felt increasingly natural. I identified as a guy, and I was nowhere near truly understanding my sexuality or the path I would take in life. But the first steps were happening. My friendship group was wide and diverse, but socialising focused mostly with a small group of girlfriends. I was sporty and enjoyed play...

In the days following her return, Duchess Andrea spent much of her time in her boudoir, the sounds of her pleasure reverberating throughout the entire Château. She appeared at mealtimes with a flushed, sweaty face, or took walks through the grounds with a bounce in her step and a smile permanently beautifying her features. On one particularly stunning day, she spent all morning and afternoon simply strolling through the f...

Sunday morning crept in before dawn, the house still dark and quiet. I lay in our bed, rock-hard and restless, my mind replaying every second of yesterday. Steve had fucked me—really fucked me—and the guilt was already clawing at my chest. What was my wife going to think when she got home tomorrow? She was going to be broken. The thought twisted in my gut, but it couldn’t drown out the truth: I wasn’t done with him. Not e...

The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Tess’s bedroom, casting a warm glow on her vanity table, where an array of makeup and lingerie lay scattered. At 25, Tess had perfected the art of transformation, and today was no different. She began with her hair, long red tresses cascading down her back as she brushed it until it shimmered. Her hands then moved to her makeup, expertly applying dark eyeliner and r...

The bell above the door gave a soft, traitorous chime that sounded like an alarm to Alex’s ears. He needed to be a shadow. He needed the world to look past him, to see only a man running an errand, not the person he truly was. He told himself to breathe, but the air in the boutique was thick with the scent of expensive roses and something sharp, like ozone. The walls of lace and silk were no longer dreamy; they were watch...