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
A Suburban home somewhere in South Africa. I would guess our black maid was barely 30, she was a bit shorter than me, with large bedroom eyes, gorgeous breasts and an ass I was desperate to feel in my hands. She had been working for us, my dad and I, for nearly a year. My
It was such a warm day in Pangkor lsland, an island off the coast of Malaysia in South East Asia. Francesca Marceau was a French tourist staying all by herself in a motel. She rented a motel room, over-facing a large beach all by herself. Unlike other holiday resort parts of Malaysia, this one was
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
The last year I turned 21 and everything started to happen all at once, as if all my life I was waiting for the beginning and finally there it was. Last year my mom Estella, for all intents and purposes, left my stepfather. He’s a total dick who is borderline insane, bi-polar, and a womanizer.