Aaayyy.. Yo sabía que la Tía había sido Flor de PUTONA.. pero, jamás me imaginé que me iba a tocar a mí 'hacerme cargo de sus cosas'.. su 'herencia'.. la casa ya vieja, por reordenar destinar y.. LAS COSAS que una descubre ya con los años! Todo estaba igual, pero HORRIBLEMENTE ARRUINADO.. más, e... read more
Je suis une salope C’est un des fantasmes récurrents de la majorité des hommes qui aiment se travestir. Et j’avoue que l’idée m’a souvent excitée. Alors que j’étais avec ma femme dans une boutique de lingerie à Pigalle , des dessous très sexy entre les mains, un homme d'un certain âge a surpri... read more
I'm a shemale. I'm also an exhibitionist. And a news hound. These interests, as I've learned, don't always go together--or maybe they do. Let me explain. Since becoming a woman in every detail but my genitals (which remain, as they always shall, defiantly masculine), I've delighted in "accid... read more
In The Erotic Eye and the Erotic Senses, Stefan Beyst observes that various gestures and poses have been designed to display parts of the body that would remain otherwise unseen. Erotic art is a striptease, he points out, in which, sometimes, nudity is revealed to oneself, as in a mirror. Whereas, a... read more
What is your opinion about watching best porn video online? Is it a bad habit? Is watching porn good for a relationship? Pornography has become a common part of the private lives of many individuals and partners. Nobody can disagree with this fact. Online porn can be used as a great tool by couples ... read more
The theme of a story is its moral, its message, its meaning. Today, the story's theme is rarely, if ever, explicitly stated. Instead, the writer leaves it to the reader to figure out the meaning of the story for him- or herself. The theme, in other words, is suggested by the story as a whole, especi... read more
A visit to a hooker, where I describe my bisexual experiences *** It was a weekday, I had bummed off work and had made my way to Ipswich for a visit to Rona, my favorite hooker. She was a lovely woman in her forties, with a fantastic figure, not slim but not fat and with huge tits. She... read more
I stepped off the bus and walked the short distance to the 'Costumes and More!' shop. I couldn't believe I had agreed to do this, but if I was ever going to buy a car, I needed to get the money. You've probably seen them, this particular costume shop always has someone in costume out in front holdin... read more
zNote: This story evolves around a "shemale" so there is some bi-sexuality in the telling of this tale. If that's not your cup of tea, then please, don't bother reading it. Thank you. Amsterdam My wife and I had flown over from the states to visit with her parents who lived there. I ... read more
Chapter 02: First days in Brazil The tub was so large that it could have been a small swimming pool. Joan plunged into the water and started to lick Barbara's pussy underwater. When he rubbed the tip of his nose against Barbara's clit, she mightily climaxed several times in a row! Sometimes, inst... read more
I have to know what it feels like to wear heels. I have the house to myself tonight and I'm going to play. I already have panties but want to buy some new ones. My wife bought me a black, frilly thong which I wore for her when we went out one night; I also have a cheap, supermarket pair of sheer ... read more
Some find it confusing of who i am or what i am, including me. i found some kind of definition: femboy A young boy who presents extensive feminine mannerisms and actions often blurring the line between a boy and a girl. Can be confused with a cross dresser, but it usually refers to boys at v... read more
This is a fantasy but with a lot of inspiration from real life experience. More chapters to follow. Chapter 1 So now I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what it was that caused this familiar smell in my house - and where it came from. When I got back home my laptop was lying open on the kitc... read more
Last weekend, I had just taken a shower and was getting ready to go out for the evening. It was a bit early, so I decided to lie down and get some rest. Thoughts of what I saw on the internet a few hours earlier went through my mind and, in hindsight, never realized how much a simple mouse click wou... read more
I drifted in and out of consciousness over the next hour, periodically snapped back into reality when the dildo assaulting my mouth would pause deep in my throat and eject a fresh deposit of cum into my bowels. Looking up at the television display of my abuse I would normally have been turned on by ... read more
Four years ago as a 14 year old the girl trapped inside my body was screaming to be released from her prison. I had showed up at school on the first day of my freshman year wearing a dress from my sister's closet. I've never worn boys clothing since. Carrie became my new persona replacing Todd. P... read more
It's very late Monday night as Carol returns from the date that J C had forced her to keep, she places her purse on the hall table, throws her jacket over a chair and walks toward her bedroom. She can't wait to shed this clothing that J C demanded she wear. As she walks, her feet, clad in the five i... read more
After talking to her online for several hours she invited me over to her house. I got dressed, jump in the car and drove over. I must have been overly excited because my cock was raging hard the entire drive over there. The house was gorgeous, and huge. I thought to myself that this house had to ha... read more
It's easy now to look back and play armchair psychiatrist and see where my fetish for school uniforms and cute cotton panties started, but it wasn't until I met MISTRESS that I realized exactly how deep that fetish was ingrained in my mind and soul. Mistress knew I was a pantyboy after the first ... read more
Morgan Ashley était une très jolie dame, pas une star de cinéma glamour, mais bien plus jolie que tout ce que son mari mauviette Robin attirerait normalement. À peine sortie de la douche, elle portait un peignoir en velours côtelé rouge et ses longs cheveux roux étaient enveloppés dans une serviette... read more
