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Its late..later than you had been told she would be out; but your wife is still in the pub with the rest of her works colleagues..and here you are sat outside waiting for her to come out, already 30 minutes late.
Then you spot her in bar close to the window talking to a few of the guys from work. You can see how drunk she is...that left eye is closing always a sign. The guys keep looking her up and down; you knew she would attract attention with that dress.
Figure hugging in all the right places showing off her curves, a deep plunging halter top neckline allowing for those big tits of hers to give an amazing cleavage; you can't blame them for staring.
One of the guys is stood behind her, he seems to be carefully trying to undo the top of her dress, while the other guys look on smiling to each other as they watch...
Remirror - Skin Deep. ================================================================= This is an experiment in erotic fiction. As many readers know, there are some basic tropes in TG fiction that are now long-standing and predictable. The Remirror project is an experiment in turning those tropes back on themselves to see what comes out of it. I plan to take passages from popular TG fiction and tweak them from MtF to FtM. However, I intend to keep most of the same gender-role...
Mirror By Waldo Chapter 1 - The antique shop Chapter 2 - Just sharing a cigar between friends Chapter 3 - Pamela's panties Chapter 4 - So convince me Chapter 5 - Does the nightstand match.. Chapter 6 - The G Spot Mirror By Waldo As usual, the standard "adult's only" restriction applies to this transgender story. All rights retained by author. Story may be posted on web sites which have free distribution of stories. Please send me an e-mail letting me know where...
This is one of those stories where there really isn’t a category to put it in. I thought about the humor category but unless you understand my dry sense of humor it wouldn’t work so I had to settle on Non-erotic. Those of you who are close enough to me to really know me realize I have a weird thought process I have been known to come up with some really different ideas. This tale is one of those weird ideas that took off on its own. YOU WILL HAVE TO BE PATIENT WITH THIS STORY BECAUSE IT...
Mirror Karma A Mirror on the Door Story by Kristine Roland Claire's good friend Jeffrey went through a mirror in the door, what effect did that have on Claire's life? Authors Note: This story is complete and can be read stand-alone. However The Mirror on the Door precedes this story in this universe. If you read The Mirror on the Door when it was first posted last year, at the suggestion of a number of people that story was revised recently, and the revised version is...
“One more, Honey.” Kathy Morton held the square, flat box with the pink wrapping and big white bow out to her daughter. “Happy third birthday, Big Girl.” The excited child pushed aside the pile of already opened gifts and reached for the box with an excited squeal. Her small, delicate fingers began to tear at the colored tissue and all of her concentration became fixed on removing the ribbons separating her from her gift. As she leaned forward, her long, light blonde hair fell forward,...
Mirror, Mirror 03: Errant By Ron Dow75 ([email protected]) The fraternal twins sat on opposite sides of the dining room table, looking at the broken hand mirror. "It's definitely busted," Deana said. "Yeah. Do you think the magic's busted, too?" Dinah asked. "Of course it is." "There goes our chance to be beautiful women..." "I'm already beautiful." "No you're not. You're a gawky fourteen-year-old, like me. This was our chance to become instant adults," she...
MY MIGHTY MIRROR´S MEMORY HAS A SECRET -- A SWITCHABLE SEE-THROUGH SPECIALITYMY MIRROR is a new series with probably several sub-series of horny heroines of sexy scenarios it sawMY MIRROR starts with its first sub-series of my yummy younger sister: sweet sexy ´sexteen´ StephanieMY MIRROR IS WRITTEN ´WOMEN´S WOMB´S SEXY SECRETS, STRICTLY FOR FEMALES ONLYMY MIRROR IS WRITTEN WITH ALL MY MIGHT -- WHICH I WILL WATCH TO SPOT ANY...
MY MIGHTY MIRROR´S MEMORY HAS A SECRET -- A SWITCHABLE SEE-THROUGH SPECIALITY MY MIRROR is a new series with probably several sub-series of horny heroines of sexy scenarios it sawMY MIRROR starts with its first sub-series of my yummy younger sister: sweet sexy ´sexteen´ StephanieMY MIRROR IS WRITTEN ´WOMEN´S WOMB´S SEXY SECRETS STRICTLY FOR FEMALES ONLYMY MIRROR IS WRITTEN WITH ALL MY MIGHT WHICH I WILL WATCH OVER TO SPOT...
The (Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. This is only a fantasy story. I only wish there is enough here to make each of you happy. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. If you don't like the story that's understandable but please be kind in your critique. Lauren Westley. ([email protected]) Mirror, Mirror On The Wall By Lauren Westley A lifetime seems to become shorter when...
Authors note: Just an extremely short little sequence, quick tx, heavily themed... my usual style. If the styles popular I might write some more, but please leave reviews if you like it, or even if you absolutely hate it, I can't improve without knowing my mistakes! Mirror Mirror - 1 It had been a few days since Brian had moved in to this new flat of his. He had gotten a great deal from the letting agent - it only cost a few hundred bucks a month, which was way, WAY below...
Mirror Site: Another Way Home By Bill Hart "It's such a fucking depressing night," mumbled Dave Kendricks to himself as he finally left the bar where he'd been sitting and drinking ever since he'd found that body sprawled out in pieces in the alley. "This shit fucking sucks." Clearly Dave had had just a little too much drink. Although no one who knew him would have considered him a teetotaler, Dave seldom drank to excess. He wasn't what anyone might consider a good drunk....
Mirror mirror Chapter 1 Norman Anderson first realized something was wrong when he looked in the mirror. He'd glanced at it as he was getting out of bed, and something about the image got his attention enough that he carefully walked toward it. It was a large mirror that hung on his bedroom door, a heirloom of his parent's he had not been able to part with, but as he approached the wrongness only got worse. Instead of the average male 20-year-old image he normally saw, it...
Authors note: Since the last part was quite popular, I'm creating a second, mainly due to the positive feedback from the last one. It's similar to all my usual work: simple tx, heavily sex themed in nature. As my works been fairly well received and I love doing it, I've actually created a Patreon at www.patreon.com/JockMcTafferty - I will always publish my work for free (eventually) but it's a chance for you to contribute something if you've enjoyed what I've written and maybe...
Mirror, Mirror Please note: In the hope of lessening any confusion, I have placed punctuation marks (each character gets their own) at the paragraph that marks a shift in the focus, that is, from the by-play (or not) of one set of characters to another. (Think of the story as a screwball video/DVD, where there there?s a lot going on at once.) 4) Once a Boy By Ron Dow75 = ?Where?s Alice?! Tell her I?m sorry!! Tell her to give me my body back!? the cute and shapely March went...
Mirror Image Belladonna [Author's Note: Somewhat inspired by a number of episodes of the Twilight Zone] 'This is torture,' John thought to himself with a shake of his head as he walked through the ladies' section of the department store. He watched the women ignoring his presence while they perused the racks of various garments. John wished that he could have such freedom, but he knew that it was never to be. He was destined to be a repressed cross-dresser for the rest...
Mirror Mirror by Arcie Emm Trudging alongside the wagon, he had been hired to guard, Manny kin Nichino thought of the last words his father said, before he ventured out to fulfill this newest contract. "Careful lad, the Land Beyond can be an unkind place for those of us who are mundane. Always keep one eye open." Not that Old Manny had tried to stop his son from crossing the river into the mist on the other side, to apply for the well paying position that had appeared on the...
HumorMirror Mirror I was on my elbows and knees moaning in pleasure. My tits, were swinging back and forth as some stranger I just met only a few hours earlier was pounding away at my pussy. My long red hair cascaded down to the bed and swung to the same rhythm as my large aching breasts. He place his hands on my hips as he continued to pound me. My tits swung back and forth with each thrust. His cock completely stretched my pussy and he knew exactly how to use it - in fact he had already...
MIRROR, MIRROR By Deane Christopher Copyright: 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000 e-mail: [email protected] Chapter 1 "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" "'Bout time!" the mirror, a rather garish gold platted eyesore of a mirror, as mirror's came and went in those Golden Oldie Moldie Days of Yore, replied in a huff of unbridled impatience. "And here I was beginning to think that you'd never get around to posing that - as we say in the magical mirror trade -...
HumorIntroduction You can't believe your bad luck, you were in your family's summer loft in New York, when word of the virus broke out. Everyone was on a strict lock down. No leaving the house under any circumstances to avoid any further contamination. If you tried to violating the order you risked worse than infection, you risked imprisonment. You at least have a well stocked place, packed with enough essentials by your paranoid, prepper parents to last months. You have internet and video games and...
IncestHoly shit," was the only utterance from my wife as I now took the cock in my mouth with total abandon, letting it slide as far down as I could without gagging. I was demonstrating to Laurie just how good I was at sucking cock and if there had been any doubts, they were totally erased now."Like I said, I question whether he's bi or just out an out gay now," Steve teased. "He simply can't get enough of my cock. He loves sucking down my load and really begs to have his ass fucked," Steve...
A few weeks ago, I attended a training conference in Hilton Head, S.C. The company I work for has multiple locations throughout the southeast and paid all the expenses to the four day program. They were willing to pay at least half of the accommodations or all of it if we were willing to share a room with another company employee. All other expenses, including meals, were paid for as well as a small daily expense account for entertainment.I'm 28 and my wife and I just purchased our first home a...
It was after I had been sharing my Mrs with some of our guy friends, so when she started talking about the assistant that had worked very hard for her and was due to go back to China. She knew he has no social life, and was very shy and was fairly certain he was a virgin. After I joked that sex would be a good going away gift and bonus.She hinted, and joked about how I would feel if she gave him a hand job. She would have just given him one hand job, but I kept talking her into thinking about...
Mirror, Mirror 1:Through the Looking Glass By Ron Dow75 A ten-year-old in pajamas, carrying a backpack crept up some stairs. At their top was a hatch door. Easing it open, he shone his flashlight into the now shadowed filled space. "Now, where did they put it?" Coming up into the unfinished area, he said, "Don't tell me they actually tried to hide it?" He found it under some old drapes. Pulling them away, he found the trunk locked. Ellis...
“Dad ... Dad Are you up yet?” It was Rebecca, knocking on his door. “Dad ... come on ... we want to get the mirror in my room.” “Huh ... ok ... ok. I’m up. Go down and get some breakfast and I’ll be down.” The girls hurried downstairs. Tom looked at his clock. “7:30 am? You have got to be kidding.” Tom got up and got dressed. Looking himself in the mirror, wondering if last night was a dream, he half hardily said “Tom? Are you there?” Immediately his image spoke “Yes Tom, it’s me. You look...
Through the mirror of my mind Time after time I see reflections of you and me Reflections - 1967 Susan Wu let out a loud sigh of relief as she collapsed into the cushioned recliner in her small studio apartment. It had been a really bad day for the twenty-five year old, capping off an even worse week. A major project upgrade, one that she had been sure was going to make her name in the company, had unexpectedly gone to another associate. This despite the fact that she had already done all...
Authors Note: This is the final part of my novella "Mirror Mirror". If you've got this far you know what to expect - there's not a great deviation in my writing (XXX themes, magical TG and that sort of thing) but hopefully if you've got this far this means you enjoyed the other parts too. Please leave a review if you enjoyed it or have constructive criticism, or visit my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/JockMcTafferty . Peace! MIRROR MIRROR PART 3 Brian quickly threw...
She is not with me now. I have only held her once, a short hug in a park in fact, and that was some time ago. I remember it as if it were happening right now, but it isn't. It is only a memory. I am alone. Everyone else has gone to sleep. In the quiet of the night, I have been exchanging messages with her, but she is not with me now. But I feel her. In my mind's eye, in my mind, I still feel her and I can re-create every touch.But that was then. It was innocent, a moment of comfort between us....
MasturbationTom puttered away at the mirror stand, gluing, clamping and fastening it together to hold the mirror. As he put the mirror into the stand a funny feeling came over him. “Whoa. What was that?” It gave him a creepy shiver. His attention was now drawn to the inscription around the edge. He wrote it down and went to his computer to look up the meaning. It was written in some type of old English dialect it said “Whomsoever readeth this inscription and addeth the word “allismine” will be the master...
Having read and enjoyed Ellie Dauber's original story set in the "House of Mystic Mirrors," I must admit to being somewhat surprised no one had taken her up on writing another story within it. But Halloween is now so close and, rather than seeing its tent fold without its due fanfare, I wrote this tale during my lunch hour with the original close at hand. This tale may be posted to any free site. And those to which I generally give such permission have it. I hope you like...
After it was all over, they all went back to the mirror, gave kisses and hugs and returned. Tom went to bed that night, satisfied more than he could ever imagine. Mean while, at the Simpsons house Rebecca and Jill were naked, in bed together, trying to look at the magazine, they were overcome with such feelings of arousal they had to try each other out. Now laying in each other’s arms, naked and still rubbing their pussies together. It feels like it will last forever. Beth was in her room,...
Halsey lay next to Maia in the bed. She had just brought Maia to an intense orgasm. Maia was breathing slowly and deeply, waiting for her heart rate to slow. Halsey leaned across and kissed her passionately. “I really, really love you,” she said. “Oh, and I love doing this, too.” She was combing her lover’s pubic hair with her fingers. Halsey frowned, “Mine is so sparse.” Maia rolled onto her side to face her. “It’s a blond thing. Blonds have lower hair density than brunettes. File a complaint...
LesbianMirror, Mirror 2: A New Relation By Ron Dow75 Carol Queen pushed her very hesitant ten-year-old son through their front door. "Is it gone?" he asked just inside the threshold, his face to the door. The mother looked at the entry wall behind him; all that was there over the small, narrow table and coat rack-umbrella stand was a rectangle of bright paint amid the faded paint. "Yes; it's gone." Wary, the boy slowly turned his head. His body...
For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and the three-thousand square foot home. The house is two stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture. I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of the paranormal but over the past month, this house may make me a believer. Night 1...
The phone jarred me awake from the first good sleep of the week. It was Wednesday and already I was feeling myself droop at work. I needed sleep, craved it the way a man crawling around in a desert dreams of a glass of ice water. Creating imaginary worlds was a difficult task and without sleep … ‘Hello.’ My response was loud in the quiet house. ‘Sorry.’ The sound in my ear was so soft I could barely understand the words. ‘I wanted to hear your voice that’s all. Is this a bad time to call?’ I...
My name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut-in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter.For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and...
SupernaturalMy name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut-in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter.For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and...
SupernaturalMy name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut-in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter.For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and the...
Mirror Site: A new hand of cards By Yurix "I lost..." Sebastian wasn't pleased at all. It wasn't the fact that he was a poor loser, which wasn't the case, but he had a terrible tendency to take every small mistake as a big one, and every big one as a disaster. His mind clouded by the thoughts of his last loss, which was that of his job, made him unable to concentrate. The game he was playing wasn't in a casino. It wasn't even a gambler's game. He was playing Duel Monsters, which...
It cost me twenty-five dollars to get in. The woman working the front had a hoodie over a bikini which made for a confusing yet alluring introduction to the building. I had never been to a strip club before and had no idea what to expect. I had a vape pen in my pocket I was hitting so hard I could have caught an assault charge. That is to say that I was stoned and walking into very dangerous new territory. My hand was stamped and the military-grade velvet rope was removed from my path. I...
HardcoreMirror of the Soul It was officially called the N-Dimensional Rift Stabilizer. We nicknamed it the Magic Mirror. Unless you'd spent eight years studying probability manipulation and multidimensional physics, it wouldn't do me much good to explain it to you. Suffice it to say that infinite parallel dimensions did exist. The NDRS had given enough scientific data to say this with some certainty. Of course, like the speed of sound, I was sure our understanding of the exact...
This is an open-ended story, my Halloween gift to the TG World. The "House of Mystic Mirrors" is open for anyone to write and post a story about. The mechanics are as described in the four vignettes below. The magic of the maze makes it seem as if only one person - or group - is there at a time. Others kind of wait in a limbo, I think. The Barker is an ever-changing manifestation of the magic in the maze. The force that controls the change has a sense of justice - and a sense of...
Mirror Site: The Right Things By Dan Garcia Stan Barr walked down the street. The scene perfectly matched his mood. Any observer could have told you the street was definitely in some city, but the buildings were decrepit, and any observer would have an urge to leave very quickly. The buildings seemed devoid of inhabitants, except for shadows, creeping along, a hovering threat. Stan didn't care about that though. He was depressed, very much so. It wasn't the fault of poor...
"Well lookie here..." you let out a whistle of approval as you hold the tiny ceramic figurines in front of your headlamp. They look ancient; one is an intricate carving of an impish creature, the other of some sort of demonic statuesque female. You smooth the dust off the womanly figure, revealing its faded yet uniquely ornate paint job. A strange sense of arousal grips you momentarily, but you manage to shake it off. Stuffing them in your backpack, you ruminate on the local history of the...
BDSMI suppose I've been fascinated by voyeurism since my late teens.We lived in a house which backed onto woods. At evening times in spring and summer I would walk our dog there - though the real reason was to spy on the lovers who went there for sex. Whether they were stretched out naked, fucking in the grass, or fondling each other up against a tree, it never failed to get me hard. Once back home in bed, I would masturbate over the sights I'd witnessed. On one memorable occasion I spied a young...
VoyeurShe walked into the lounge, the curtains had a two-foot gap between them, she assumed Jimmy had stepped out after Mike had come up to bed to have a roll-up, she wondered idly if he still smoked his wacky-backy occasionally. She turned on the picture lights which included a spotlight over the fireplace and the ornate mirror above.Standing in front of the fireplace, only a hint of warmth emanating from the ashes within the grate, she lifted down an empty wine glass, a red tide mark designating it...
VoyeurOnce upon a time, there was a beautiful blond haired girl with brown eyes who lived in a lonely beach house. She didn't have a family, no , dad, or siblings, and NO kids. Her name was Daisy White. She lived in her beach house because ever since the queen Sarah had taken over the village, she had wanted Daisy White dead, but Daisy White was too smart for her. She'd excaped many times, enough to tell this story. But, maybe, this was the time she couldn't excape. You can't escape everytime. Which...
First TimeHere's a little story that bit me while I was working on a longer piece. I kind of think of such stories as gargoyles. When the stonecarvers working on the great gothic cathedrals needed a rest from making angels, they'd carve a gargoyle. These pieces, some of them, are a way of resting while I work on a real long story. Also, since I created the "Mirror Site" about a year ago for Halloween, I thought now was a good time to revisit it. Let me know how you like the story, and,...
It was getting late, I turned off the car and stared at the wheel for a while, contemplating my thoughts, I was trying to decide if I should return, but at the same time I felt a fast pulse, the adrenaline was running through my body.When I entered the room, Violet recive me with a kiss on the mouth, and asked me why it took me so long to enter, she told me that she had been watching me from the window for some time but I seemed motionless. I commented that I was a bit nervous about what we...
I can't quite remember where this falls in to the timeline of those two weeks in each other’s arms. My brain has shook that particular tin of memories around so much, it doesn't seem to have an order anymore. Just a beginning and an inevitable (and unwelcome) conclusion. The middle is a (sweaty, panting, sticky) mess of nights out with cocktails, a lazy Sunday getting lost in the city, verdant parks, pizza in bed, too many restaurants... All punctuated by your naked body, your incredible and...
TrueMirror, Mirror Went down to "The Hole" again. Nice name, tells all you need to know about the place. I was on the prowl for something new on the menu. I burst through the front doors with attitude, tonight I would play the alpha. Grabbed a no band whisky from barkeep and surveyed the sheep. Nice flock, plenty of fluffy gurls tonight, T-girls that is. I like that. Shorties with a good supply of hip, tit and booty, probably more than willing to let a real man like me take over and take whatever I...
The next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Cathy, Sierra and Jessica climbed into the attic. Sierra found an old trunk and began to explore. She found several old dresses and some hats dating back to the turn of the century. She tried one on and modeled it to the delight of her mother and grandmother. "Are these your things?" she asked her grandmother. "No, honey. Everything up here was part of the estate when we bought the place." "Didn't you tell me there was something...
Mirror Site: The Marrieds By Ellie Dauber Copyright 2001 * * * * * This story may be posted to any FREE site. FictionMania, Paul, Crystal, and Nifty have express permission. Anybody else, feel free. Just let me know, so I can revel in the thrill of having a story posted. This story involves transgender. If that bothers or displeases you, sorry. First Amendment rocks. Please take your displeasure elsewhere. The story is rated G. This story also involves Identity...
I woke up to the feel of someone caressing my back. When I turned my head to the left I saw him kneeling next to me. We had fallen asleep naked, in each others arms last night and neither of us had gotten dressed yet. I blinked sleepily and asked, ‘Can you stay the whole day?’ He continued to caress my back and I noticed his cock was half erect, pointing at me. I stared at it, fascinated, and it grew under my perusal. ‘I don’t have to be in Cali until Wednesday.’ he told me and shifted to a...
Mirror Talk A Short Story By Maryanne Peters As I was about to sit down. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my balls. A searing pain in both, at the same time. My hand went immediately to my groin. But no, there was nothing there. Just the slit below my trimmed bush, with the nubbin poking out between the folds. No balls. Long gone. I understand that all amputees have feelings like this - a sore thumb on an arm removed, a calf cramp where there is no leg. I am told that...
It was about midnight when Tom got up to go to bed. He headed for the girl’s room to kiss goodnight. As he approached the bed, the scene was dejavue. They were dressed the same only this time ... no panties. On their stomachs, hand between their spread legs. Tom was so beside himself. His cock came to life instantly. Their breathing was shallow as in deep sleep. This time he could not help himself. He leaned down and placed his nose almost on Rebecca’s ass near her pussy and sniffed. He could...
Tom called his company and told them he was taking some time off, family business. Keep him apprised of the upcoming jobs. Tom had gone downstairs to get breakfast. It was about 8:30 and he could hear the girls, talking and bustling around. When they came down stairs, all he could do was stare at them. Rebecca was the first to notice “Dad? Dad! What are you staring at?” “Huh? Oh ... well ... your outfits. Aren’t they a little ... revealing?” They had on these types of tennis outfits. Their...
Tom was elated to say the least. As he stood there thinking of the possibilities and the knowledge he could gain had him almost giddy. He stood before the mirror, grasping the edge, he said “Jill” And there she was, standing beside his naked image. Holding out his hand she stepped out and took it. Her eyes were staring at his cock. “Jill, do you like what you see?” “I’ll say, I have wanted to see it for so long ... and now ... May I touch it?” “Sure, wrap your hands around it and hold it, I...
Cathy's eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright in the otherwise empty bed. Sunlight was streaming through the window. The clock read 9:45. She hadn't slept that late in years. But her mind was on last night and the exciting sexual odyssey which, even this morning seemed so vivid, so real. It was a dream, wasn't it? she asked herself. She glanced at the mirror, but the surface, though dark, was cold and hard once again. Cathy realized she was naked, but that, in itself, proved nothing....