Enya’s warm kiss lingered along with her alluring scent which clung to the folds of my cape. Ishga ; The fragrance from the Hebrides which had become her firm favourite. I watched the tram trundle away, lights fading. The sense of loss whenever Enya leaves, assails me yet again. I sigh and turn away. I am complicated. That is the simplest way of describing myself. My love for Enya is equally so. Without doubt, she is the...

His command hangs in the air, a low vibration that goes straight to my core. Get on the bed. The words aren’t a request; they are destiny. I rise on trembling legs, the severe black heels making me unsteady not from height, but from the sheer flood of anticipation coursing through me. He doesn’t help me. He just watches, his eyes burning with that new, terrifying hunger, as I crawl onto the mattress. The leather of the co...

The next few days were a bit of a blur. I attended classes, saw some friends, played games and tried to study, but I couldn’t help but feel dazed. I’d sucked and stroked a real cock. I’d guzzled a glass of cum in front of my new mistress. I’d gone past the point of no return now, and I didn’t know what to feel. At night, I’d stroke myself senseless and been the slut I knew I was, but the post-orgasm shame after was relent...

I was turning forty in a few days and feeling a little down. I think all birthdays that introduce one to a new decade have that effect, but forty has always been the cliched one you hear about. It makes sense too, as it has become the official marker of being middle-aged. That is if you are lucky enough to reach eighty and beyond! I had not set the world afire, but I never had much ambition or direction really. I pretty m...

My name is Sissy Ann. I am a 16-year-old biological male, 5 feet and 7 in. tall and 120 lb. I am a sissy and have a very small cock. I have been a crossdresser since my birthday, but I am not permitted to indulge in that activity alone. All of that is directed by my mother, Cherie. Cherie is 38 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall and 128 lb. She is a very imposing woman, forceful, strong-willed, and successful. She doesn’t li...

‘Hi boys, I’m Chloe Craven, a sexy and convincing 22-year-old bubble-butt T-Gurl, and I’m on the prowl for hung Black kings. Deepthroat cock sucking is my speciality. *** Oral service only *** I accom in anon hotels.’ My bio on ‘TV-Chicks’ was short and to the point and I was popular, to put it mildly. With close-up face pics of my flawless makeup and provocative poses in lingerie, I stood out a mile from the hoards of ha...

“Hey, have you seen a Sarah Conner come through here?” I asked the cute little goblin woman minding the entrance of the Ms. Monster Maze. “Why, are you here to kill her?” the goblin answered playfully. I glanced down at the black leather jacket and t-shirt of my Terminator costume and put on my best Arnold voice. “Oh, no, we are fighting fate together now, haven’t you heard?” I hefted my orange-tipped shotgun over my shou...

The alarm clock rang, and I pulled the sheet over my head and reached for the clock. I shut the noisy thing off and rolled out of bed to slowly stumble to the bathroom. My head was pounding with a hangover, while my ass was sore from last night's vicious fucking by Detective Norman. I groaned and looked into the mirror, where I saw an image with bloodshot eyes, and I groaned again. I popped several Excedrin and brushed my...

Chapter 4, Scene 2: "The Errand" The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, followed by the distant hiss of the rainfall shower. Caitlin's voice echoed faintly down the hallway, singing, carefree, already prepping for her gym session with Mia. Devon lay sprawled on the bed, still spent from the morning, the faintest ache still lingering in his thighs. The memory of Caitlin grinding against him in her sheer, glossy black b...

Melissa had always been the picture of suburban perfection: a 32-year-old white housewife with long brown hair, a toned figure from her workouts, and a loving, devoted husband named Steve, who worked long hours to keep their cozy home running smoothly. But lately, Melissa felt a restlessness creeping in—a desire for something more exciting than her routine of grocery shopping, book clubs, and Netflix marathons. That's whe...

Chapter 1 - "Newlyweds" The sun filtered softly through sheer linen curtains, casting golden streaks across the pale stone floors of their Chelsea townhouse. It was a quiet Sunday morning, the kind that felt stolen from time, where no one expected anything, and lovers could simply exist. Caitlin stirred beneath the silk sheets, her long hair tousled, skin still warm from the night before. She stretched lazily, one leg sli...