Alex looked himself over in the mirror carefully, picking a bit of fluff or lint here and there from his tight, pink, angora sweater dress. The black patent belt around his waist was too wide and tight and the black patent spikes on his feet were too tall for him to ever think of walking
“Well, you picked her. If you release her, I will take her place. If I give my word, I would have to follow through.” “A noble Christian gesture, Annabelle. I would expect that from you. You get more desirable every minute. I’ll pass that along to Catherine when I’m finished fucking her…well, actually, she’s fucking
“Follow me, please,” Chrissy said to Melanie while leading her to a room in the rear of the house, “have you been a good girl this week?!?” “Yes, Mistress,” Melanie replied softly, “I tried to do my best!” “Let’s hope so,” Chrissy replied, “Sir Gregory will be very disappointed if you have displeased him!!!” The
Angie & I had discussed this for a while, and decided to go for it on the weekend. This would take a lot of preparation and required us both to be absolutely cleaned out. Finally Friday came and Angie came over in the late afternoon to stay the night. Our plans called for going without
I have always been a cross dresser and enjoyed it. Maybe it was too much at times. I some how let the guys go too far with me. That is a different story. When I got married I put all my special clothes in the basement and lived a normal life. One day I was
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.