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
My wife, Beth has a problem, she just can’t say no. If her boss wants someone to come in on the weekend he calls Beth. If he wants his dry cleaning picked up and brought out to his house two counties away he calls Beth. Her boss likes to entertain from time to time so
Veronica glanced at the rearview mirror to check her appearance. At 35 she knew she was still very attractive. She had kept herself in shape, running and dieting. She weighed just over 120 pounds, with large 38D breast that were very firm with no sag at all. That was why her husband, Mike, wanted to
I recently saw on the news that Moses N’Komo had died in his luxury villa on the shores of Lake Lugarno. He had lived in Switzerland for many years, ever since he fled the African Republic of Malindi where he had been President. N’Komo was born the son of a tribal chief, in the days
Alicia woke by degrees. Nudged first into basic awareness by her inability to turn over onto her stomach. Soft snores, not her own, invaded her consciousness next. She didn’t remember, what? Her lack of memory was the final impetus to full consciousness. Eyes open. Alicia lifted her head and surveyed the room. Same basic scheme
Darrel James had waited patiently for this day. He had confronted Peggy almost two months earlier with the info he collected on her forgery scheme and, when he revealed the evidence to her, she crumbled quickly. Little by little he had taken more and more control. His job at the bank gave him more than