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Inside Out, Not A Pretty Tale ? by: r.gold My Introduction - This story is written as part of my therapy. It's not really meant for publication, but I'm only following my therapist's directions. I've been told that if I write it all out it will help me move along and feel better about myself. It contains my personally graphic language, my offensive attitudes, and my sexual descriptions that should offend anyone in their right mind. If you are bothered by this kind of thing, hang it up now. I don't need anymore do gooders worrying about me. I can take care of myself and don't need anyone's pity or sympathy. Hey, no Hallmark cards with puppies or kitties for me. signed, Kelly Anne Ryan Part One - It's All About Me - MY LIFE Going to try to be honest and if my version of the truth offends you, stop reading ANY TIME. I spend a lot of my life pleasing other people. But, I'm not a Mother Teresa. Far from it. During the day I work with computers. I sit on my ever-growing backside and talk to people about the trouble they're having with our company's software. I have a huge Macintosh computer that emulates all the pc's and mac software our company produces. When you have a problem, I dial up your computer on my machine and see what works. It pays well and each day is different. I like working by myself and not relying on anyone else. I'm not a great committee type person. Can't keep my mouth shut and am very opinionated. I've been doing this kind of work since I was eighteen. I'm twenty- three now. I worked here full time while I got a degree in computer programming and they paid for school. When I graduated I already had a job. Back when I was in Iowa, I couldn't wait to move away from home. My parents and I didn't see eye to eye and it was a mutually understood that I was gone after high school. I moved to SanFranCal when I was eighteen. I lived on the bucks I'd saved and some my mom slipped me. My goal was to get established with a company that would provide benefits and a good career. I think that I'm very lucky to have my needs fulfilled so soon. I started working for Denton Systems after three months of interviews. I have my own place now. I rented it for a while and bought it from the owner. He took back the mortgage after we had become really 'good' friends. I guess I should tell you about my friends. They're all men and they all come to me to fulfill needs that can't get elsewhere. See, I'm a computer software trouble shooter by day and a transsexual prostitute by evening. I have a regular client list and don't take on anyone new unless they come recommended by certain business friends of mine. I provide a secure, safe service that guarantees anonymity. My clients would not want it getting out that they were being serviced by a transsexual. Most of them live in the uptight straight world and the knowledge that they are fucking someone with a dick would bode them poorly. At work, I've always been a woman. I came to the company with nothing that wouldn't indicate I wasn't female. I had all that stuff done when I turned sixteen and got my driver's license. Even my high school transcripts say female on them. It paid to have friends in high places. That was one reason my parents wished me gone. When their little boy started playing with dolls and wearing dresses, they both hurriedly rushed me all over the place to get me cured. Not only didn't I get cured, but I got lots of intelligent people encouraging me to act out my desires 100%. So all the doctors agreed that I would be more happy living as a feminized male. I think they were right. I am much more comfortable in my skin than I ever was. You might even say I'm happy and smugly pleased. But, this probably wasn't a really good thing to do to someone who enjoys sex as a recreational sport. Even when I was 'sexteen', I took on as many partners as willing. I didn't discriminate. If the front line of the football team wanted blow jobs, I was there. If some of the cute cheerleaders wanted to experiment with sexual fantasies, I was always available. It made me a really good lover, sensitive to everyone's needs and spoiled me for life. I have to be in control of every sexual encounter now. It's not good for me, but its always good for my client. My friends all are fully satisfied when we are done and always anxious to pay me well. I bank a lot of dollars a month and eventually it will pay for my retirement. I don't plan on fucking my ass off forever. My goal is to use my investments to stop at thirty. If I was to meet someone special, maybe sooner. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. My therapist said that this exercise was to put everything down on paper without a lot of editing. She felt that if I wrote everything down, it might help me with my occasional bouts of depression and anxiety. Cause I'm unable to have a satisfying orgasm any more. No, it's not physical. I still wake up in the middle of the night with strong erections. Even after more than five years of hormones and such; even after surgical procedures on my face, throat, voice box, and breasts; I still have a decent sized penis. Naturally, my testicles are marbles these days. And I have lost a few inches off of a rather lovely prick, I don't have a physical problem. I just can't relax and have an orgasm. Part One - It's All About Me - MY RANT I envy those lying transsexual girls that tell you that they don't need to be orgasmic and ejaculate. The ones who talk about anal orgasms or having a womanly orgasm deep inside that is sooooo different. To me, it's bullshit. Sure, castrate yourself and turn yourself into a capon if you like. Loose your sex in a wash of estrogen. Fine with me if you want to turn your dick inside out and live with masses of numb scar tissue. If it's for you, so be it, but not for me! Let's be real honest. I'm gay and live full time as a woman. I enjoy wearing women's clothing, being treated like a woman, living like a woman and all the benefits. I love the compliments, the attention, the fawning. I like being the center of attention. The mirror is my best friend. Sure, I feel like I was born the wrong sex, but lets be honest here. I was born male and rather than delude myself with some psych dilemma, I try to be honest with myself. A few years back, I got to know this one beautiful pre-op real well. This beautifully computer graphically enhanced fantasy person deluded themselves and lived like in a total unreal world. All the stories got so twisted and phoney and boom, meltdown. sHe CLAIMED sHe was working in a college and getting a doctorate, Uh Huh. sHe CLAIMED sHe was living with a law student who was working for a court justice, Uh Huh. sHe CLAIMED sHe was just too modest to tell many details and lived in stealth. sHe CLAIMED No one knew in her real world sHe was a MAN. sHe CLAIMED the boyfriend didn't know about the internet sight and the pics and the whole transsexual link, site thing. Uh Huh. But a little truth...Like this person was sooo addicted to the chat room and all the compliments, until sHe got kicked out for being a phoney!!! sHe CLAIMED sHe was getting married a few years ago. Uh Huh, sure. sHe CLAIMED sHe was in love with a wonderful guy who was gay and was in the closet and in denial sHe CLAIMED sHe satisfied his needs and was a perfect foil for his incredibly rich parents. sHe CLAIMED He loved sucking off and getting head. sHe CLAIMED He's gay but sHe isn't. sHe CLAIMED sHe wasn't gay, sHe's just born in the wrong body. Uh Huh. sHe CLAIMED Rather than a big wedding, they were going to slip off and elope. Uh Huh. This guy's a lawyer and daddy has a big law firm and uh, check out the NY State law about same sex weddings. Kinda enjoyed living the fairy tale....fairy, get it? But, let the truth ring from the hilltops. sHe was in the worst denial of all. sHe's not gay, but a lover is? Shit. sHe complains how men that aren't interested in post-ops are gay men in denial. Almost as if sHe has contempt for gay men...duh, look in the mirror. Talk about denial. Where is sHe now? Posing for nude shots, showing off a dick and balls on the internet and in the worst shoes! Really, such a disappointment, it's depressing when you see someone lie to themselves and others just to justify what they like to do. I think that doing what you please is fine, but let's be honest with ourselves and others Part One - It's All About Me - MY CAREER Well, I am not sanctimonious. I'm a whore, a prostitute. I am what I am and it's not so much what others say. No, I don't need to pose on the internet. And no, I don't need creeps jerking off to my pics and writing me lust letters. I have a life, a sorta fucked up life. So my therapist says that I should freely express myself about how I feel and how I live. She tells me to write it all down and sort it out later. Here goes. I'll tell you about each of my clients, one at a time. Part Two - My Boys - ROBBIE William Robert Stewart is my Monday night football. He tells his wife that he's staying in the city to watch the game with the boys. The company pays for the suite and he certainly can afford it. Nice looking guy, a tad overweight; starting to gray and thin out, and maybe could use a little firming up of the mind where alcohol has burned out some brain cells. So I sometimes meet him downtown for dinner. I dress professionally in a wool suit, heels, stockings. I try to have my hair done on Saturday, so it always looks nice for him. This week I was trying a little more high light and a new cut; a few more spikes and rough edges. We eat dinner. I have to remind myself that most of the evening, I'll be pushing the cardio and sweating like a hog over my task of the evening. Cause you see, Robbie likes to scream and get hit and feel his ass turn red. One of the reasons he doesn't go straight home is sometimes he has trouble walking or sitting down when I'm done. I only weight 120 pounds. I'm 5'8". I've lost all the manly muscle mass I would have acquired because I was taking birth control pills back in junior high school; which definitely affected my adolescence and any masculine features I would have gotten without them. So we end up at the Plaza. The bellhop carries up our luggage. Two large cases are mine and the satchel is his. I'll leave at halftime. Yeppers, we watch the game. If wifey asks, he can recall a lot of the details and fudge the rest claiming too much beer. We start with Robbie watching me get undressed and then dressed. I strip down to naked, carefully folding then hanging everything up. While I am doing that, he strips and plays with himself lying on the bed. My dominatrix outfit is the one that he's chosen. Stilettos, mesh stockings, garters, no panties (so he can lick my dick and balls), a bustier, and a leather collar. My outfit is black and most of it is patent leather. Naturally, Robbie's company has paid for all of this hand made custom work. Patent leather is a must because a lot of my work is cleaned up with a sponge afterwards or Robbie's tongue. I strut around, criticizing him about how useless he is, questioning his manhood, slapping an oak paddle against the palm of my hand. He lays on the bed and watches me. I give him a great view of my ass and my genitals. Occasionally, I'll stop and let him suck my dick or lick my asshole. I eventually get erect and allow him to deep throat me. Sometimes he chokes which only means I push myself further into his mouth until he gags. I bind his hands to the bed with manacles I've brought. Everything I use is real, no props. But, then again, I'm a professional. I smack him with assorted paddles, whips, and prods. I have a long handled cock that I lube up and plow deep into his ass. I take great pleasure in jamming it deep in his throat. I use assorted ball gags, butt plugs, leg stretchers, cuffs, and collars. I don't tell Robbie what I've planned for him. For him to find real satisfaction, there must be some mystery, some unknown fear, some real pain. After running through my act, I allow him to cum. Generally, he enjoys being on his back, hands cuffed to the bedposts, legs manacled and with a stretcher pulling him apart, ass high in the air, with something large pushed up his ass. As he's struggling to find his breath, moaning through a ball gag, I'm pounding him on the face and head with small pillow, whipping it back and forth, striking him hard. My other hand is on his cock and balls. I'm not gentle. When he comes with a scream, I continue to pump him dry. Long after he asks me to stop, I continue draining every drop out of him. He complains that his prostate hurts for days afterward, but that means he's satisfied. Sometimes, we'll even shower together and I treat him with the love and tenderness that a wife would give him. Sometimes, I snarl and insist that he lick the cum off my shoes and bustier as I continue to whip him. Either way, I have my suitcases delivered back to my apartment in the morning. Luggage draws attention when you walk out at night. But no one looks twice at a woman in a business suit leaving a hotel room at 10:30 pm. They figure she was just getting laid. I earn my money. I have to create, plan, and produce. My sweat labor alone is worth a lot more than I am paid. While I charge Robbie a large one a week, I insist on a monthly present from Tiffany's or Gucci. And at fashion week in NYC, I expect at least a few knock-offs to arrive at my door within a week of the shows. Naturally, Robbie's firm pays the tab. Last year, I netted big bucks from Robbie. He knows he's at the top of my list. He knows that I'd give up a weekend, or fly to places unmentioned to help him relax. But, Robbie doesn't offer me to clients or friends. Robbie doesn't like the idea of sharing me with anyone. I've often joked that if he brought his wife I'd give her lessons so he wouldn't need me anymore. He laughs. Part Two - My Boys - NORMIE My next one is named Norman. Norman Sikorsky is a sweet, gentle man. He is thirty-eight, balding, thin and quiet. At work, Norman is an accountant. No one knows that Norman likes to get dressed up in a diaper and poop himself. Right. This is a rubber glove operation for me. All I have to do is dress Norman, powder him, coo all over, and fondle him. Occasionally, he will piss lying on his back straight up at me. I have learned to place a second cloth diaper on his dick to keep him from doing this. The first time he pissed on me, I hit him so hard that I thought I broke my hand. He does pay well. So Norman lays on his back in the hotel bed, he's naked, shaved clean of any body hair. I turn him over and fondle his ass and put scented powder on it. I rub him down with baby lotion and put a cloth diaper on him. I turn him over and quickly add the second diaper on his erection. I smile, powder and lotion him up, and finish the front of the diaper. Then I slide a pair of rubber pants on top of his diaper. He goo's, he coo's, he pisses, he craps. We lay a plastic sheet on the bed first. Norman rolls around and plays with himself for a while. I get tons of money for this. And some people have scruples about how they earn their money. Well, I am not cheating anyone or hurting anyone or robbing widows. Part Two - My Boys - HANK Henry Chissom is my closet queen. He adores dressing up and is sexually aroused by the feel of silk and satin. We meet in a suite and entertain ourselves. Just us two girls having drinks and 'whatever'. I buy Henry a wardrobe each session. Long ago, I had him fitted for silicon forms to flesh out his skinny body. Now, when dressed, he has lovely legs, hips, butt and breasts. Henry invested in a real hair wig with a natural scalp top. It applies to his shaved head nicely. Long ago, we pierced his ears and he does look lovely with danglers. So, my sweet Henry comes in a showers and shaves and lotions and then I help him with his foundation garments and his makeup. We are quite the team after all these times. Then, I produce three or four new outfits for my Henrietta. I always pick something elegant, something trendy, something naughty, and something extremely sexy. sHe tries them all on and we have a wonderful time sipping champagne and gossiping. Then she picks the one that fits her mood and we go down to the bar. We sit and listen to the piano and eventually guys find their way to our table and Henrietta gets to flip and fool around. We finish the evening when we go back upstairs and I fuck Henrietta in the ass and let him blow me. I can fill his mouth with fluid, but the orgasm is always a disappointment for me. I do fake it for the money! I take all the clothes with me. We donate most of them or give them to resale shops. Henrietta is fine for another week. Part Two - My Boys - ARNIE Arnold Brillstein is a lawyer. Sharp tongue, brilliant mind, witty and extremely closeted with his taste for cock. I am the perfect date. He reserves my weekends, some Saturdays, some Fridays and the occasional Sunday brunch. When I show up, all the guys look my way. I try to wear tasteful clothes that are a bit more suggestive than the typical princess that Arnie's friends choose. When he introduces me to someone new, I enjoy the x-ray examination I am given. Arnie knows that with me on his arm, his stature rises a few points. From all outward appearances, I am the sophisticated uptown girl enjoying fun slumming it. Anyone who had an inkling of Arnie being queer immediately forgets that when they see how we carry on. Arnold does have a thing for me and I encourage it. Tonight I'm wearing a Vera Wang knockoff. It's a cornflower blue little thing made of gathered silk. It's translucent, very short, and lacks a back, the perfect summertime nothing. Other than the dress, a thong, and stilettos, I am naked. Naturally, I am the last to join this group since they came straight from work. I bend my working schedule around my clients, so I had gone home, showered, changed, then caught a cab. It's about 7 pm and they are all pretty liquored up. I order club soda with a twist. I don't drink or do drugs. I find it interferes with my mind and body too much. I am already addicted to sex and money, I don't need anymore bad habits. I slide into the booth and give Arnie a kiss and a squeeze. He squeezes me back. He's had too much to drink and is a little loud. I am sure that he would like nothing better to do than suck my cock right now. So I start whispering sweet pornography in his ear. His friends are watching us out of the side of their eyes. I am practically crawling into Arnie's lap, hands rubbing his chest inside his shirt, pinching his nipples. Since my dress is translucent, you can see my body beneath it. You might be able to make out my breasts and the occasional glance might reveal a nipple. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. But, after a couple of drinks, Arnie is lustfully dragging me out of our booth and into the back of the club towards the bathrooms and phone. The next thing I know we're up the back stairs of the club and into a janitor's closet. We've been here before. I pull down my thong and gaff and lean back against the wall. Arnie drops his knees. He's licking my cock and balls before I can get all straightened out. He lays on the floor between my legs and I sit down on his face. I rub myself over his tongue. I let him spend time licking the rim of my ass and it does feel good. As he continues to pleasure me, my dick starts to grow hard. I slip it in his mouth and begin to pump. Arnie has no interest in my breasts or any feminine parts of me. I think my small frame and boyish body turn him on more. If Arnie's friends were more understanding, I think this man would be dating eighteen year old boys. I spin around and face his crotch. I unzip him and lean over and wet him, then start giving him a handjob. One thing that a queen can do better than a woman is get a guy to come. As he's about to blow his wad, I take him in my mouth. I enjoy swallowing and get a little shiver each time I suck it all down. All my clients have regular blood tests and checkups. The results are sent directly to my mailbox in center city. No tests, no exchange of fluids. When it's over, I'm up and straightening myself out. Arnie lies on the floor in blissful pleasure. Eventually, we return. We tell them we were dancing in the back and with the heated look on my face, they know that we have been doing more than dancing. Arnie rises one status level in their eyes and that's all he cares about. It's all show and not much more. By the end of the evening, I am helping him to a cab. He reminds me that I am having dinner with his parents tomorrow night. They love the idea of Arnie dating such a nice girl. Actually, any girl would do. His mom once confided in me about their dread of him being gay. Now they don't know that Arnie is much more interested in my cock than any other part of me. But, hey, I pick up two grand for a weekend with Arnie and everyone is happy. Such a big hetro guy, mucho macho! I love being with this whole group of hetro snobs who think that everything is all about possessions and one upsmenship. I feel like a spy watching them. I feel superior that I am not confused by the bright lights or the toys or bucks they are making. I find a little contempt from the women. They treat me like a disease. I did not school with them and they don't know me. So I'm a threat. I'm an unknown quantity. I had to laugh. About eighteen months ago, I was in the ladies room fixing my makeup and one of Arnie's guys had brought this chick with him. She was from old money, schooled back east in Boston, and knew just about everyone. So Joyce comes into the bathroom and starts talking to me while I'm putting on my face. When the room empties out, she turns to me and asks me how I feel about groups. "Group sex?" I ask. "Uh huh. I mean, I really am attracted to you and if Arnie was interested, I could talk Billy into it and the four of us could go back to his place. I'd really like to put on a show with you." And she leans over and gives me a soft, wet kiss and a little bit of tongue. Hey, I think to myself, this ain't about to happen. What happens when the four of us find out that there are three dicks and one muffin? I beg off and tell her maybe another time, cause I'm having my monthly. Back in school, I'd use that line to get a guy to fuck my ass or let me blow him. I bearded a lot of guys who never knew that the best sex they ever had was with a fag. Well, she didn't last with Billy. Eventually, Billy realised that she was much more interested in eating fur than cock. It's a shame I never got her number. I have enjoyed some real understanding lesbians in my time. I find that I still relate sexually to the idea of a soft body with lovely moist orifices. Well, I mentioned that I thought Arnie had a thing for me. I really wonder sometimes if Arnie has a thing or just needs me as a convenient cock to suck and help him to pass. I know that once his parents stop worrying about this interest in young men, the money will flow. I guess when Arnie outlives his mom and dad he will settle in with a guy named Bruce and raise toy poodles. I will be long gone. Part Three - My Cure Well, here I am, pages later, hundreds of dollars and hour later and no change. Regardless of how I try, my orgasms elude me. The shrink says that I will probably have to give up prostitution and distance myself from my anger and contempt. She says that I have built a wall protecting myself and my inner child. Until I stop servicing clients, I will continue to have trouble with sexual pleasure. Quite the quandary! Give up a five figure income that is not taxed to experience sexual pleasure and gratification or continue beating, flaunting, blowing, and fucking guys that pay me money to be a nasty me. Well. I am taking a few weeks off to while away some time in the islands. Hopefully, some distance from all of this will help me to change my mind.

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website. You must obtain the author's permission prior to posting. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------A Beggar’s Tale by Night Owl(Story Content:...

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Tall Tale

TALL TALE TALL TALEby Zebulon This is a work of fiction.? No reference to real persons is intended.? It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language.? If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. ????????? Feedback is welcome.? [email protected] (MF, Bond) *?? *?? *??...

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Altered Fates A Christmas Tale

ALTERED FATES: A CHRISTMAS TALE by BobH (c) 2012 Ed Geraghty sat down heavily on the changing room bench and sighed. He felt every minute of his fifty-six years, and then some. Any positive effect on his health of thirty five years pounding the streets delivering mail had been more than offset by the same number of years spent drinking hard liquor to excess. Not that this was an option open to him any more, given the precarious state of his liver. He was not a bad man, and had...

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A Halloween Tale

A Halloween Tale by J Lewis A few harsh intertwined tales thrown together last year too late to submit for Halloween in ‘09? Forgotten about, then dusted off, they’re a group of far reaching tales involving debauchery, sadism, masochism, death and pestilence, all in one mansion? All with different victims.  Just about everything to present a Halloween story where anything’s possible? Darker, eviler, they’re based on the supernatural, unlike anything I’ve yet presented.  (That may be another...

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PterisChapter 21 Damsel Anniersquos Tale

Pēteris was taking a break in the common room, when Annie and Katja came down with Hester trailing. They sat, and Annie began to nurse Tina. Annie took a hard look at Pēteris, and deciding something, she began, “You’ve rescued me, gathered me in, protected me, and sheltered and fed me. Not once have you questioned me or chastised me for breaking the rules and having Tina on Chaos. My name is Annie Veterinarian. I never had a reason to tell you ‘til now. I want you to know my story.” She...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 8 Impaled by the Minotaur

Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Eight: Impaled by the Minotaur By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Acolyte Sophia – The Labyrinth, the Island of Yalut The words of the Minotaur echoed down the hallway out of the darkness of the large room before us. The source of the foul stench pervading the Labyrinth flowed with it. In the glow of my pink, ethereal light bobbing beside me, I spotted a skeletal arm stretched out of the large room,...

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Mysterious Hypnotic Spiral Hypnotizes Mom

Susanne Butler was settling in for the night in her house, she was Caucasian, she was 62-years-old, she was 5'8, shoulder length long blonde hair, blue eyes, she was wearing underwear, a long satin silk nightgown, she was also a loving divorcee mother to her 18-year-old teenage Daughter named Katherine, she's also Caucasian, she's 5'7, brunette hair, hazel eyes, her 16-year-old son named Peter, he was also Caucasian, he was 5'9, brown hair, brown eyes, her 3-year-old Toddler son named Mark, and...

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The MessengerChapter 7 The Tale

These were the dark years. The forces of greed and corruption had unleashed a chaos that even they themselves had not been prepared for. Fear fueled violence and violence spawned fear, fires raged and blood flowed, destruction reigned, and when finally the fires had gone out and the blood had seeped into the ground or flowed away with the rivers, a formerly prosperous country was lying in ruins. The Queen had not been able to protect her people, nor to protect herself. The walls of her...

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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Labyrinth of LoveChapter 8 Impaled by the Minotaur

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Acolyte Sophia – The Labyrinth, the Island of Yalut The words of the Minotaur echoed down the hallway out of the darkness of the large room before us. The source of the foul stench pervading the Labyrinth flowed with it. In the glow of my pink, ethereal light bobbing beside me, I spotted a skeletal arm stretched out of the large room, fingers twisted in agony, one of the beast’s victims. My heart hammered fast. We were at the heart of the...

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A HYPNOTIC TALE

18 year old Abi Forrest knew she had problems. Having been raped by a gang of youths and suffered unspeakable acts at their hands, and then having to face them again when they came before the courts, it was hardly surprising she had problems. But she was both appalled and shocked when her mother told her she had made her an appointment with a private hypnotherapist to help her cope and put what had happened behind her. She had argued and begged her mother not to make her go but her mother was...

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Jasons Day at the Pretty Boy Boutique Part 2

Jason's Day in the Pretty Boy Boutique Part 2: In Sissy Lingerie The story so far: Veronica Boothroyd has delivered her stepson Jason into the hands of Alicia Presswell, the manageress of the Pretty Boy Boutique, where he will work as a sissyboy assistant during his summer recess from college. The girl assistants, Kate and Serena, take photos of him dressed in his pretty uniform and showing an unwanted erection, so that he must do as he is told to prevent the photos being distributed...

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The Minotaur

The MinotaurI polished the story a bit and finally finished it. This was written as a present to a very special (in a good way) girl here on xhamster. You know who you are. Enjoy ;-)Setting: Warhammer Fantasy, Dark Elf Kingdom of Naggaroth...Part 1: The AmbushThe coach was rumbling along the road going from the city of Ghrond, the northern seat of Morathi's cabal of Sorceresses, to one of the Witch King's Watchtowers in the far north, guarding the Dark Elf kingdom of Naggaroth from incursions...

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Cinderellas Taxi A Taxi Ride Universe Tale

(Eric's note: I edited, added a little bit, and put a little extra in the ending, but this is 90% my friend's work. It is a very poignant tale.) Cinderella's Taxi (A Taxi Ride Universe Tale) By Eric and Friend The twin girls were almost ready for bed, but their bodies were still full of energy at 9pm. It wasn't easy for their sitter to get them ready for bed in the first place. Even after begging and bribery, the twins still wouldn't get in the bed and sleep like the angels four...

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Nimas Tale

This story is a tribute to a friend outside my crossdressing social circle. He really does have the mantra that "to get on business, you have to be prepared to do anything." Just to clarify, he is not a multi- millionaire tycoon, but a corporate accountant. Finally, it has taken a while to publish because the plot of the first draft was utterly absurd and implausible. This version is hardly gritty realism but it is less silly. ********** It had been quite a dilemma for Ash. He...

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The Walker Colt Billys Tale

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. This is the first part of a series of tales I want to write centered around the pistol. Each tale will be a stand-alone piece with a common theme....

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Looking for Sex in outdoor places a cautionary tale

What a fucking fantastic fuck! Making love outdoors was even better than Angie had imagined. Sitting astride her lover, feeling the sun and wind on her flushed, tingling skin was such a turn-on. Everything around them seemed so peaceful and sexy. The sounds of nature were accompanied by the rhythmic slurping of her lover’s thick shaft moving inside her wet, and, oh so happy, pussy. The more she thought about the scene, the hotter she got. This would be an outdoor orgasm for the ages. Then...

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The Maiden and the Minotaur Part 3

The Minotaur got up off the bed, leaving the dazed Ariadne laying there, cum still oozing from her abused slit, too weak and wobbly to get up. He moved over to his chair by the fireplace, but looked over at her from time to time to check on her.Gradually, Ariadne came to her senses. Her moaning diminished and her breathing and heart rate slowed. She stirred, catching his attention and he watched, interested, as she rose to a sitting position. When she felt strong enough, she slipped off the bed...

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The Maiden and the Minotaur Part 2

Ariadne felt the odd sensation of being whisked through the air. In her dazed semi-conscious state, she heard a thunderous beating. She could hear it through the soft fur under her ear. Pounding... rhythmic... strangely soothing. As she began to return to consciousness, she slowly opened her eyes. She was being cradled in the strong powerful human arms of the Minotaur. Carried across the room towards the bed she first noticed in the room. She could smell its musky animal scent strongly now - it...

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The Maiden and the Minotaur Part 1

The Lottery had taken place and the name had been drawn. Only in this Lottery, if your name was drawn you were far from the winner. Ariadne, the youngest daughter of Aegidios, a simple shopkeeper in the village was the name drawn this time.The town drew the name of a virgin girl every three months in this Lottery. You see, this was Pelatrea, and this town was cursed.Long long ago, there was a young woman in the town, an extremely lovely woman, who caught the eye of Zeus, the most powerful of...

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A little Christmas tale

My uncovered nipples were perky and poking straight out of my chest my pussy was ready it was really quite wet I hoped he would fuck it, that would be best. Often had I wondered and thought of this night, this time I would catch him I thought with delight. Once caught I would show him and for himself he would see what a wonderfully naughty girl I could be. When finally I heard him it seemed like a dream, I knew if I waited I would miss him and his big throbbing beam. So softly I slipped...

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A Grim Northern Fairy Tale

"What?" Cinders asked of her step sister as she she raked out the fourteenth fireplace that morning, "Coming to Saddleworth?" "Yes coming to Saddleworth," Gertie said, "He's coming to open our new Town Hall" "Oh!" said Cinders. "He'll be coming up our road our Cinders," said her step sister Anna,"You'll have to chuck ashes in canal or road will be dusty."me." "Dusty?" Cinders asked, "In Yorkshire, get real!" "It were dry on our Harry's birthday," Gertie...

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The de Winters Tale

The de Winter’s Tale. Copyright © Naoko Smith 2015 Many thanks to Sara, curl4ever and Oggbashan for beta reading and giving me their insights into this story. It was the best job in the world! To start with, the pool belonged to Jeff Somers — the millionaire writer who created the Dara Cruft character. Carl had of course grown up playing the spin-off games from Somers’ books — and surreptitiously reading the books. To actually have a job taking care of Jeff Somers’ swimming pool was...

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MAGGIE A Lesbian Tale

MAGGIE (A Lesbian Tale)This tale takes place in the 1950s in the Midwest)In the middle of Wisconsin, most of the farms are run by families. Maggie used to live on a dairy farm with her husband. When he died in a trucking accident, she sold the farm and went to live in the city. Maggie was still young, in her early 50s, and worked in a dress shop as a saleswoman and she also did the accounting. When she was on the farm, a woman used to visit a few times a year selling sewing material, kitchen...

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Witch Chronicles 001 A TG Witches Tale

This is a story I wrote a while ago (3rd story I ever wrote actually). Truth is I never intended to even write a sequel to this story, but it has turned out to be a story that started a series of stories that I have collectively titled "WITCH CHRONICLES". Here is the series and the titles they were originally published under: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES...

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The Wishmaker A Dark Fairy Tale

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A Loony Toon Tale

I will admit this came after remembering a joke told by George Carlin. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd are characters in the Warner Brothers Cartoon World. I am using them in a jestful tale. A Looney Toon Tale Bugs Bunny climbed into his hole that was his home. He grabbed a stiff metal brush. He began to brush out the shotgun pellets that came from Elmer Fudd and his Shotgun. When he removed all the pellets, he climbed into his shower. The hot water blast removed all the aches....

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A West Village Tale

A West Village Tale I'll admit it. Greenwich Village rules my heart and soul. I'm never leaving and I'll tell you a tale that will explain why. A few years ago on an early November evening, I walked down Hudson toward Bleecker. I had just closed Sweet Seasons, the flower and gift shop I co-own on Christopher and was walking toward my flat on Ann Street. I saw a blur run from the east side of Bleecker barely missing an old woman and heading straight into the intersection against...

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Clarissas Tale

This is my tale of how my relationship with my father took an unexpected, or maybe it was expected, turn from what I guess is the normal parent/child relationship to a taboo, incestuous one when I was sixteen. I guess I should start with a little back history. First, my name is Clarissa and most of my life I’ve been pretty shy. My mother’s name was Caralynn and she died when I was eight due to complications of my little brother’s birth. My parents had already been divorced two years when she...

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An Easter Tale

An Easter Tale. By Kyorii. Chapter 01 The tale of me. I loved reading stories I've been an avid reader all of my life, Mum said that I was a dreamer, but I just loved stories especially the ones with happy endings. In stories the impossible seems possible and magical things can and do happen, I recently read an old fable about a goddess called Ostara who loved children and to entertain them she one day changed her pet bird into a rabbit, the new rabbit then created brightly...

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A sting in the Tale

A sting in the Tale Brigid lay in the hospital bed, as impassive as ever. I couldn't help but wonder how much she actually understood of what was about to happen to her. We had told her she was finally to be rid of that most erroneous anomaly that lay between her legs. As it existed now it was shriveled and atrophied and devoid of function. She seemed willing, perhaps even excited to be rid of it. Not that her emotional range really extended as far as excited. It really only...

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The Displaced Detective Part 1 A Body Hopper Tale

The Displaced Detective, Part 1 (A Body Hopper Tale) By Limbo's Mistress Chapter One "Here you go, Detective," the barista behind the counter said with a little smile. "One double espresso latte with whole milk." I returned the smile as I reached out to take the cup of steaming coffee. "Thanks," I said. The pretty young clerk smiled again and turned to help her next customer, leaning slightly over the counter. Instinctively, my eyes slid down to admire her pert rear showcased...

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The First Story A bj darling Tale

The First Story - A "b.j. darling" Tale By Grace Love ------------- While this story contains truthful elements, it is a work of fiction and should not be construed as anything else. Nor should it be seen as condoning risky or violent behavior. All relationships portrayed are of a consensual nature and involve only individuals 18-years-of-age or older. ------------- Master does not allow me to cum. At all. Ever. i literally do not remember the last time i came. It was...

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Tell Tale

Synopsis.What happens when a man is taken by a woman who needs a pet? Remember: A man is not just for Christmas!An Adult Female Domination Tale by Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughCopyright ? 2013 Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughTell Tale-----------The footsteps sounded hollow on the bare boards of the floor as she walked towards me. I could not see her, all was dark before my eyes, but her presence was tangible. A force that had captured me and confined me for her...

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Teen Fuck Toy A Thanatos Tale

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Rubber Fairy Tale

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Williams Tale

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Ninas Tale

Nina?s Tale By Dr. Quirt A young Afro-French girl explores her masochistic desires but gets a lot more than she bargained for. This story is the second of a trilogy, the first part being ?Julie?s Story? and the concluding part ?What Happened to Lucy?? Part 1 Hi, my name is Nina and I am going to try to tell you my sorry tale. I don?t know if this message will ever reach the outside world as I shall have to try to smuggle it out through one of the harem guards, tonight. I don?t think...

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The Perfect Family A Thanatos Tale

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Marias Tale

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A Rock Roll Tale

"The blonde with the big tits in the Zep tee." Our drummer and bass player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left requests. I waved him off, "Not tonight. Gotta work the day job tomorrow." Roscoe smiled and asked, "Not even a quick bj, Kev?" "Nope, gotta run." The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening group, usually on the popular Saturday night. This one was a more rare Wednesday night as a...

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Sleeping Booty 8211 A Twisted Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess. Her name was Aludra, which, in the language of her people, meant “unwanted one”. Of course she didn’t know this, because all the servants in the palace DID want her. They loved her dearly. She was sweet and pretty and fun to be around, whereas her mother was a stone cold class A Bitch. The Queen was such a bitch that, after her husband, the King, knocked her up with Aludra, she poisoned him. “Imagine!” she...

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Jasons Day at the Pretty Boy Boutique Part 4 of 4

Jason's Day in the Pretty Boy Boutique (Part 4 of 4) As soon as he finishes college, Jason Boothroyd finds himself having to work in panties and dresses in a sissy boutique. He meets with sympathy from the girl assistants, but lives under the threat of internet exposure from the strict manageress, Miss Presswell. In this chapter Jason must entertain ladies who have long understood sissies and delight in using them. He does his best, but perhaps wasn't expecting the very effective games...

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