As I stood on the corner of the street I was woozy. The heat from the day and how I just got fucked in public was running thru my mind. I tried to walk home quickly; my ass was a bit sore but it was not hurting. I could feel something dripping down my leg. I told myself it was sweat but I knew i... read more
Ma famille a déménagé en Jamaïque avant ma puberté. Nous n'étions pas la seule famille blanche là-bas, mais ce n'était pas bon pour moi d'être un garçon blanc à l'école. J'étais une cible facile à intimider comme les autres enfants blancs. Après la puberté, ça s'est aggravé p... read more
One night when I was around 30 or so I was watching some porn, nothing unusual for a guy like me, aka a sex addict. Sex addiction is great if you’re Tiger Woods and swimming in poon, but for guys like me - regular, awkward, slightly handsome in a very boyish way, weirdos — it’s not that fun. We... read more
My girlfriend Gloria and I had just moved into an apartment together, having gone out for six months or so, before making the committment. We moved in furniture from each of our apartments, after deciding what would go best in the new place. With the exception of a television, we really had everythi... read more
Ich hatte mich entschlossen bei den letzten schönen Tagen des Sommers in den Wald zu fahren um dort ein Shooting mit meinen neuen Strumpfhosen zu machen. Guter Dinge fuhr ich zu einer mir bekannten Stelle in unserem schönen bayrischen Wald. Ich fuhr einen kleinen – offensichtlich ungenutzten – Waldw... read more
There is a great bias, in erotica, pornography, glamour photography, and visual art in general in favor of female nudes, and many women are, indeed, beautiful. However, for visual art (drawings, paintings, sculptures, photographs) created for heterosexual women, bisexuals, and male homosexual viewer... read more
Kristy a travaillé pour Le Matriarcat. Cela semblait plus officiel que ça ne l'était vraiment. Comme si c'était un "Nouvel Ordre Mondial". C'était en fait un club dirigé par des femmes spécialisées dans certains services que les hommes paient grassement. Cela pourrait être appelé prostitution selon ... read more
Back in January 2020 I guess I was lucky, I did have a regular job although the pay was miserable and I did have my own place. On my wage all I could afford was a miserable bedsit in a neglected part of town, but on the upside I didn’t have to flat share and it worked well enough for me. The west... read more
You paint your head, Your mind is dead; You don't even know What I just said-- That's you, American womanhood! -- The Mothers of Invention Bearded ladies. Female bodybuilders. Flat-chested women. Celebrities without makeup. Butch lesbians. Female-to-male transsexuals. Effeminate males. Me... read more
Josie wasn't a girl a man would turn his head for if he saw her on the streets. She was a small, petite girl, her breasts barely an B cup. She was wearing her light brown hair in an inconspicuous short cut and the thick glasses she needed for being able to see anything in her surrounding, didn'... read more
“I can remember whatever I want, whenever I want?” Amanda asked. The salesman nodded, patting the dome of the Memory Master. “Whatever you program.” He’d already explained the procedure twice, but he’d explain it a hundred more times if need be, to make a sale.... read more
Il y avait un rebond dans ma démarche quand je suis rentré du travail ce vendredi soir fatidique. Comme d'habitude, j'avais travaillé mes doigts jusqu'à l'os en essayant d'impressionner mon patron. William Danforth Carter ne m'avait pas poussé plus qu'un grognement quand ... read more
A few months ago I had another one of those hot encounters that only adult film stars/models such as myself seem to have. It was one of those spontaneous, animalistic, “got-to-have-it-now” type encounters. For those of you who do not know me I am a transgender (male to female) adult v... read more
Jamie knew he was different. He didn’t fit in with the other boys, but he didn’t feel like he fit in with the girls either, he just knew he was different. He wasn’t into dolls or balls. He was the smallest boy in his class and more than half the girls outweighed him. But the one thing he had going f... read more
Mon ami Magnus et moi nous sommes connus presque toute notre vie. Nous nous sommes rencontrés en pré-maternelle, quand nous vivions à un pâté de maisons et demi l'un de l'autre. Nos familles étaient proches et nous avons grandi côte à côte. Nous nous connaissions depuis si longtemps; nous nous appel... read more
It was my wife Anne who helped me get started. And she was only my girlfriend at the time. I had spent the night with her and in the morning had no clean underwear. She offered me hers. Said it would do great things for my masculinity to wear her silky panties all day. Actually it did great things f... read more
It had been only a week since I'd introduced "Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite" to my girlfriend Suzie, leaving me not a bit surprised that she chose not to spend the very next weekend at my place. While she hadn't freaked out, she was concerned I was gay since I was so convincing but... read more
Chapter 16 Monday morning I was told to wear my red panties, bra and ribbon; my white collar, bracelets and heels and a red sleeveless dress. Sheila and Jenny ate breakfast, got dressed and loaded me in the car. They dropped me off in front of the beauty parlor and Jenny said. "If Hilda f... read more
Hard Decisions by Elaine © 2020 No one in this story is based on anyone alive or dead. It is a work of fiction and should not be read by minors. I appreciate the kind efforts of many of my friends who cast a welcoming glance over the initial writings. I owe you all a big debt of thanks. Prolog... read more
As I look at the beautiful wedding band on my left hand I am almost overcome with gladness. There was a time when you couldn't have convinced me that my life would become as fulfilled as it has. Let me tell you the story. I was born thirty years ago. From my first true awareness, I knew that some... read more
