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Morning Routine at the Mansion of My Misstress
My eyes open with the gentle humming of my small alarm clock. I quickly shut it off so as not to disturb anyone else in the room. Its 4:30am, well before light creeps into the day and the room is now pitch black. Very quietly I rise up on my hands and knees and crawl off of the small doggy bed on th... Read full Story
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Carioca holidays
My best friend was a shemale named Monica from Rio de Janeiro , she was a gorgeous and sexy brunette , many time at her home she use to tell me many story about her city and the fun you can have as a cd , also she says the guys are really hot and very well packed . One night we where chatting about ... Read full Story
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Becoming Alanna Part 2
Walking into room number one, she told me kindly to strip nude and climb into the chair. I did as I was told and hopped in to the chair. I fit my feet and legs into the stirrups and she spread them apart exposing my cock balls and asshole. She looked me up and down and smiled "not much work wit... Read full Story
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How I Really Got My BA In College
I was living in an off-campus apartment building two months into my first semester of a two year BA program. I lived on the 22nd floor and my three friends Ray,Jim and Dan lived together on the 13th. As it was Friday night I threw a couple loads of laundry into the wash and went downstairs to cadge ... Read full Story
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Plant Food
Written by: Slayzer Rewritten by: Hobgoblin ~~~ “Where the hell are you, Terry!?” Rebecca snarled, tirelessly searching for her little brother. Rebecca, a pretty sweet sixteen dressed in casual in khakis and a pink T-shirt, was pissed off. It was Saturday night and she’... Read full Story
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A very special lady
I knocked at the door, unsure of what to expect. Living in a big city for the last year, where I didn't really know anybody, had certainly put a crimp in my sex life. Where I used to live, in a much smaller town, during my high school years, I'd been able to get my dick into many tight, warm and wil... Read full Story
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Cross-dresser Drinks Cum
Nikki looked up at me with her big, brown eyes as her head bobbed on my cock. Nothing was quite so sweet as one of her blow jobs. She had this way of dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock that made me want to cum in seconds. I always tried to hold it, but Nikki wouldn't let me. When she... Read full Story
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Danielle Works a Saturday
It had been a few months since his wife left him. Well "ex-wife" as the divorce had been recently finalized. It was her choice; she walked out on *him*. She said she got tired of "Danielle", even though she was entirely responsible for Danielle's "birth" to begin with. ... Read full Story
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Anklets
This is my story. I'm a genetic woman in my .. *late* 40's . I was introduced to the TG world when I was a teenager... back then I was, and in some ways still am, a "tomboy trapped in a woman's body". I thought *girl clothes* were so ridiculous for ME to wear, that I put them on boys just ... Read full Story
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Cum is a Cross-Dresser New Drink
Nikki looked up at me with her big, brown eyes as her head bobbed on my cock. Nothing was quite so sweet as one of her blow jobs. She had this way of dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock that made me want to cum in seconds. I always tried to hold it, but Nikki wouldn't let me. When she... Read full Story
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An Invitation
"Oh come on,Sarah. There has to be a way." An innocuous enough statement, but that's how it all started. I'd just received an invite to Cressida's annual Christmas party which, maybe not on the Hollywood A list, was within the cognoscenti an occasion not to be missed. The soirees of ... Read full Story
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Where No Man Has Gone Before
I write this with the faint hope that some day, some way, I can send it to the men of Earth. (Maybe via the Internet?) It's been over a year now since that night... I had been driving later that night than usual for me. You see I'm just a single, middle-aged guy who's good at fixing stuff. I had ... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 10
Don’t you hate commercial air travel? No matter how many drugs I take, when they wear off, I’m disoriented, my legs are twitchy, and there are still three hours (or whatever) to go. Not enough time to take the last of the Sonata I had borrowed from Mom’s medicine cabinet before tou... Read full Story