Trying to find some action in a little bible-belt town in the South turned out to be a bite. In the end though, it was well worth the wait. I had been here for almost a year as I cruised just about everywhere a hot cock looking for a blowjob would hang waiting for a
Today something happened that I have always wanted for twenty years. A good friend from the Internet had provided me with a true gift of friendship. She had spent some time looking for the exact thing I wanted, then bought it, tried it, used it herself, and finally mailed it over the ocean to me.
I’ve been married about a year now and I just love my wife Amanda. I married her because she wore the sexiest panties I have ever seen a women wear. But I tried not to tell my young bride just why I married her. Sure she has a killer body but her sheer panties just
I awoke midmorning on that summer day. I was instantly shaken from my morning daze when I remembered what I was intending to do. The opportunity had finally presented itself. My hard, dripping cock formed a tent in my pajama pants as I hurried out of bed. I had come home from college over the
This story started a couple of years ago, or should I say it all started 40 years ago when I was young. It seems I have always enjoyed dressing in women’s clothes. I have been a closet cross dresser for most of my life, starting with dressing in my mother’s, sister’s, aunts, friends, etc. underwear
I was just a girl cruising the tinder for her master. Well I wasn’t a girl at all; I was a guy in drag… I advertised on the Internet as a novice TV looking for a master. I got much more than I ever bargained for. I have been cross-dressing since puberty. My friends and
I was introduced to cross dressing when I was about 18. I was picked up by a local divorcee who was sex mad. After I finished shagging her on her bed and was having a break before having another go, she opened a drawer in her room and pulled out a dark pink camisole top.
When my wife Jane asked if I would be a volunteer worker at her company’s western night, I said sure, why not? She told me she would fill me in on the details as the time drew nearer. A couple of weeks before the event, Jane started making a satin saloon girl outfit. I teased
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
I couldn’t believe that Susan, my wife of two and a half years would really do this to me. Yet here I sat in the back seat of our Olds wearing a short blue satin cocktail dress. The slinky skirt kept riding up my smoothly shaven, nylon-clad thighs to display a provocative glimpse of pretty