Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This has cross dressing, feminization, and attempted rape. If you’re looking for a story with a lot of sex, this isn’t it. It is the follow up to my previous stories about Rich/Rachel and Sarah. It is best to read those to understand this story. *** Sarah and I settled into out apartment and to living together as a couple. School started and we each began classes. I was living as Rachel all the time now, and there was no reason for me to do anything else. Caroline, Sarah’s mother arranged for me to get a legal name change to Rachel, then she had another suggestion. “You’ve been stopped by the police a couple of times now.” “I’m starting to hate the police.” “Because your license says you are male, they’ve threatened you.” “They said they wanted…
Romina Ch. 02
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 So my fantasy has turned into reality; I am kneeling in front of my first shemale sweetheart in a locked room in the library where she works. She is wearing nothing but high heels, stay up stockings and her skirt is bunched up around her hips. Saliva is dripping off my chin as Romina’s entire 8.5 inch cock is down my throat. Her balls are also brushing my chin and the cocktail of her perfume and the salty taste of her pre-cum is intoxicating. This is the most liberating feeling I have ever experienced – a beautiful sensual women with her large thick penis in my mouth. Romina increases the speed of her thrusts slightly and, whilst my mouth is going slightly numb from being stretched around her girth, I can feel the sensation of more blood…
Dawn: A Tale of Submission Ch. 04
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is the long awaited (for some of you) continuation of Dawn’s story. You will notice that I’m taking it in a slightly different direction. I can only hope that you, my readers will like it. I hate to tell you that there are a few changes coming in the future that most will not like…Sorry. Those of you who know and like my writing already know that sometimes, I have a lot of problems with writer’s block…and other times, I’ve just been lazy. I have found that the only thing that seems to help is attempting to write several stories at once. Currently, I have another BDSM story in the works, two interracial and a sci-fi all in progress. If I get stuck on one, I can shift to another. Maybe I can crank them out…
Saga of the Sex Genie Ch. 04
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Content Advisory: This story contains elements of mature, incest, transgender sex and cum sharing. All characters are over 18 years old and all events are fictional… I stood under the flow of the hot water in the shower, letting it wash the sweat and cum off of me. I was leaning against the shower wall, one hand pressed above me against the wall, the other roaming languidly around my body. As I caressed my breasts and ran my fingers gently over my pussy it was really one part washing myself to two parts feeling myself up at this point. I had just had sex with my friend… boyfriend… friend, whatever, Tommy, So thoroughly that we’d reached a point where he could barely move, and then some. After which my own dad had fucked my ass like a…
Rachel Ch. 01
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This story features m-f and m-m and m-f-m activities. If you don’t like the thought of this, please don’t read it. It’s also based in England, using UK English. Your feedback will be welcome! Our First Meeting We’d been meeting on the web for a while, swapping photos of each other, and getting each other going by showing off. We were united by a love of wearing soft sweaters and cardigans, stretched tightly over our rounded breasts. I was always dominant as he liked being punished for his little winkie… and it certainly was little, from the photos I’d seen. Then he’d sent me photos showing his wife Janice, dressed in a beautiful white ribbed V-necked cardigan, as she helped him with his arousals and his punishment. He was called Rachel, and he became my sissy Rachel,…
Crystal’s Show
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is a fantasy for those over 18. It is not true, the characters don’t exist. * Her sub was tied diagonally to the king sized bed. Hands stretched above his head. Feet tied to the opposite corner so she could have his six foot, frame displayed for her pleasure. Mistress Crystal had made his blue eyes irrelevant with black silk wrapped tightly around his head. She admired his body, so long and lean like a long distance runner. Smooth white skin without a hair left. She stood in four inch, leather fuck me boots. She loved the height the boots endowed; height was power for a short, plump woman. Black patterned hose rose to the middle of her sexy thighs captured by the garter tabs hanging from her black leather corset. Half cups exposed her thick…
Porshe’s Escapade Ch. 03
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Hi all it’s Porsche finally back and able to tell you about another escapade. My male half has been so busy lately with work and vacation etc. that Porsche just hasn’t had time to play. So for my first free day in a long time I decided to be Porsche all day long. I got out of bed and dropped my boxers to the ground and walked naked to Porsche’s bathroom. I drew up a hot bubble bath and lit some candles. I slowly dipped my naked body into the hot water, a little at a time. I relaxed in the bath for what seemed an eternity, then I shaved my entire body head to toe to remove every single hair. I left a sexy little landing strip on my pubic mound but otherwise had a smooth…
Public at Last Ch. 01
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Author’s Notes: (1) Cross dressers are a strange lot, but they need and want things just like any other human, especially love. Sometimes this gets forgotten, even by the cross dresser. (2) Cross dressers and the transgendered are the poorest understood group in the LGBTQ super group. But their time is coming. Try to understand, or at least, let them be themselves without fear of death by hate. ***** Saturday had finally arrived. It was a week before Halloween and the skies were deep blue with fluffy clouds rushing by in the wind, dark on the bottom and frilly white on top. They looked cold, but there was a Chinook wind blowing in from the west, promising windy warm air for the day and through Sunday. It was perfect for what I had in mind for tonight,…
Pizza Boy Sissy Pt. 01
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 A fantasy fiction. ***** My name was Sam and I was a 18 year old pizza delivery driver. I just finished high school graduating early and started the summer working for Papa Pizzas. I had never really been a ladies man due to my non masculine body and long girl like hair. I was also really nervous to try to get with woman because I had a small penis. Because of all of these circumstances over the years I got addicted to watching shemale porn. There was something that got me off about a sissy than a woman could. I never thought I would want to be a sissy, I just liked to watch it. We’ll that was all about to change. ——————– It was just like any other day at Papa Pizzas and I was really…
Cougarville-Bought Boy Ch. 02
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Katrina had her new sub Dillon follow her home from the club. His truck trailed behind her through the late night city streets, and out to her condo. He pulled into the guest space by her yellow jeep. She watched him stare up at the condo complex. Three story square units sat at alternating depths from one another. Large expanses of glass opened on each floor surrounded by walls of cream colored Texas sand stone. Square balconies jutted out from the walls, held up by dark thick cables. The complex sat on a hill, overlooking downtown Austin. Katrina climbed out of her vehicle and grabbed her toy bag from the back seat. Waiting for Dillon, she took his hand when he reached her. “Wow!” He breathed, turning to take in the city nightscape. “Pretty awesome view, huh?”…