Theme: razia by ashathemes.
The visions of my cock exploding all over my sister’s face kept replaying in my head the next day, as we finished our holiday visit with our parents and said our goodbyes. It had been nice to spend a few days with the folks, but it was time to go home. We each got in.
The man put his arm around Rick’s shoulder as they left the elevator on the fifteenth floor of the Mandalay Bay hotel casino in Las Vegas. When they’d met in the lobby of the hotel, the man hadn’t even maintained eye contact with him other than to nod his head toward the bank of elevators,.
Notes to Reader: (1) A lot of this is fiction; much is fact. (2) Cross dressing in marriage is a difficult situation; acceptance of it comprises three entities: husband, wife, couple. (3) Nobody CHOOSES to be a cross dresser, so please don’t demean yourself (the reader) by macho dismissal and criticism. Lawyers, plumbers, truckers: anyone.
Or Life is not all sunshine and roses (Sequel of sorts to “Anna’s new Regimen”) Author’s cautionary disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. Please do not try to do it at home in any way, shape or form; except this is really what you want. Aside from that enjoy reading: -*-*-*- Prologue: Author’s Note: What.
Chapter 1 Amanda Carpenter was in the kitchen when her son, David, arrived home from school. She smiled as he walked into the room and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he kissed her on the neck and she could feel a little chill run down her spine. She giggled and said,.
Hi all this is my 1st story in Literotica. I have help in editing this from fast_flash (thanks!). Hope you like it and encourage me to submit more stories! ****************** This is a true story that had happened almost 6 years ago. I am 27 now. I am a very sexy lady (178cm high, 51Kgr,.
Monday thru Thursday. The week had passed with what was becoming normal. Morning wake up blowjobs then off to work. Joan had started working part time 10:30 to 2 Pm, which left her time to play the good slave. Make all the meals and keeping house. We slowed down the sex and bondage a bit.
Slave had been busy. Spending hours looking online for things for his Mistress. His little dick always swelling and throbbing as he went through pages of web sites, looking at heels, lingerie, hose, dresses, jewelry, etc. Mistress had tasked her slave. He was to purchase various outfits for her to wear on an upcoming trip..
The prison governor, using Mikel as his interpreter, was very keen indeed that I should not return to America and make a terrific fuss about my enforced feminisation. I would not have put it past him to have arranged for my quiet assassination in order to permanently hide the fact that, during my six month’s.
When I woke, I was in a fog. There I was, spooned around a very attractive and nude woman on the floor of my half-lit living room. We both were naked, in fact – and while I couldn’t remember how this stranger and I had gotten to that state, I could very clearly remember the.