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DINA'S BOOTS by Throne I knew the first day I met Dina what she was like. How could I not? She loved to talk about herself. About how she was a trust fund girl, totally self involved, and a bitch too. It didn't hurt that she was also attractive. Slender but with a full bust, pretty face with dramatic cheekbones that lent a hint of cruelty, and a fashion sense somewhere between glitzy and slutty. I was in love. I wanted to be with her. At the same time, I wanted to BE her. Hi there. My name's Todd and I'm a computer programmer, kind of good at it, able to work from home and make as much money as I need. I'm short and have a trim figure. My features are soft and my hair is silky blond. (Did I mention that Dina's is jet black, shoulder length, and cut in bangs that really accentuate her dark eyes?) My hands and feet are small and so is something else, but more about that later. I mentioned that I wanted to BE Dina. Not for her money or her attitude. What I envied was her looks. And why wouldn't I? I'm a dedicated private crossdresser and would love, love, love to look in my full length mirror (every sissy should have one) and see her image smiling invitingly back at me. In the interest of full disclosure, as they say, I should mention one more thing. Not as if I could tell this story without including it. Okay, actually two things. First, Dina loved to wear boots. Second, she got off on manipulating others, taking advantage of them, and generally controlling their lives. That made us a good match for each other. I wanted to be in girly clothes, bossed around, and overcome by my addiction to women in boots. I sort of confessed about myself to her. She wanted someone to order around and manipulate, and thought it was exciting that I couldn't resist her boots. So she invited me to become her total sissy submissive and live my life as her boot slave. Well, no. That's what I WISHED she had done. Instead, she invited me to go thrifting with her. Despite the plentiful money she had access to, Dina liked to get much of her wardrobe from thrift shops. Maybe it was her being defiant toward her wealthy family. Or perhaps she simply could find items there that weren't available elsewhere: out-of-style, odd, modified by previous owners, visibly pre- worn. Whatever. I had been lounging around my modest apartment in lipstick, panties, a camisole, stockings, and knee socks. Stockings AND knee socks? Not exactly a cool look but what can I say; my feet were cold. After she called I cleaned off my lips, stripped down to just the panties, checked myself in the mirror mentioned above, silently complimented myself on my smooth hairless body, turned around to look over my shoulder and shake my butt, and turned back around to stare at my rather undersized genitals. That would be the something else that I previously mentioned was small. On the one hand I wished I had a big cock and heavy balls. I'm a guy. Right? But on the other hand I was pleased to be boy-bits-challenged because it made me feel less manly, more of a sissy, and somewhat submissive. Also, easier to tuck away if that was called for. I swished over to my dresser and pulled out some boy clothes. Jeans with distressed knees. A pale blue T-shirt with a reproduction of a movie poster on it. The poster was for a picture that had flopped massively but which had elements in it that were considered unintentionally funny and borderline campy. So most people who saw it would assume I was just being ironic, while a few guys whose attitudes and tastes were in synch with mine would, I hoped, get the secondary message enough to suspect that I shared their less than mainstream tastes. In other words, if they liked to dress up like me, they'd know we were sisters underneath. I slipped my feet into slip-ons (makes sense), checked to make sure that my pretty face was cosmetics-free (booo), and headed out the door. Right on time Dina pulled up to the curb in her pricey sporty showy car. Fighting down my auto envy, I got in and gave her a simpering smile. She stuck her pert nose in the air and said, "Don't start getting cutesy with me, girl. I could just drop you somewhere and call one of my real girlfriends. One who's an anatomically correct girl. So lose that wimp- sister-face." I wasn't entirely sure what that last term meant, but I put my knees together, clasped my hands on my lap, gave my head a shake to flip by unruly blond hair off my unblemished forehead, and told her, "Yes, Dina. Thank you, Dina," putting a hint of sarcasm in my tone but no more. She smirked at me, which I took to be acknowledgement that I had given a good response and we were still on pleasant terms. Dina really was spoiled and, in the short time I'd known her, she had spatted with some of those real girlfriends, introduced two of her dates to each other, on purpose, and got them into a competition for her attention, and gone on an interview for a job she neither wanted nor needed, just so she could display a counterproductive attitude and get rejected, which was her idea of amusement. Dina had us at the thrift shop in under ten minutes. She parked and in we went. Now that our initial sparring was over I took time to get a good look at her outfit. She had on a tight, short-sleeved top that was made of some shiny material that gave it a suggestion of cheapness. Her shorts were super-tiny and so tight that their rear seam had vanished between her oval buttocks. But what really made the outfit, even though it didn't go with the rest, was her boots. They were glossy black, ended just below her knees, and had -- be still my beating heart -- two and a half inch stacked heels. And yes, with my love of boots, I am that good at identifying heel heights. Everything was bargain basement except that footwear, which was unmistakably expensive. What a dramatic contrast. Let's stop for a minute so I can make an analysis, indulge in some pop psychology. What I think is that she was trying to irritate whoever saw her with that mismatch. If you were dressing down to show disdain for new full-priced clothes the top and shorts might satisfy you, but the boots just screamed 'I overspent on these'. If you were stylish and ostentatious the boots could make you envious, but the other choices could cause you to gag. And that made sense for Dina. She didn't want anyone to approve of her. But she did want them to accept her. So long as they did it unconditionally. There, I think I said that right. End of digression. Those boots, boots, boots. I was enraptured. Ensorcelled. (Wow. Spellcheck tells me I got all the letters in that last word right.) Wanted to touch them with my hands and mouth and possibly rub my naked crotch against them, though not necessarily there in the thrift store, with the shoppers who couldn't afford to pay more than the prices there already staring at me, I guess because I look like a guy (mostly) but display the body language and movements of a girl (to a great degree). "What... do you need?" Dina asked me, though she was talking less TO me than AT me. "You..." She glanced around at the racks of clothing. "... need something outrageous." She picked through several tops until she found one with a high lacey collar, long puffy sleeves, and ginormous ruffles down the front. It was pale yellow and looked as if it had been worn once or maybe never, possibly because it was hideous. Dina shoved it at me and I took it by reflex. She walked away with me following uncertainly. Next stop was a rack of slacks from which she chose a pair of stretchy stirrup pants in bright red that appeared too small for me. Seeing my worried expression she just chuckled and tossed them to me. I clutched everything to my chest as she strolled around, with me trailing along, hoping none of the other shoppers were deducing what was going on. Suddenly Dina took a detour toward the back of the store where the wall was lined with bookshelves, all of them stuffed with hardbacks, paperbacks, audiobooks, some spiral bound publications, and a few magazines. She scanned the spines of books with her mouth screwed up and her brow ever-so-slightly lined. After a minute she took down a paperback copy of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S and set it atop the clothes I was holding. She searched on, pulling out but then rejecting several titles. Reaching the end of one of the long shelves she selected another softbound book and set it atop her previous selection. This one was something titled HOW TO MAKE LOVE TO A MAN. Of course she put it there with the name facing up, so anyone I passed could see it. I felt my face grow warm and knew I was blushing. In my mind I was straight. At the same time, when I dressed en femme, I did catch myself thinking about cute guys. And butch guys. Plus handsome ones in conservative outfits who, beneath their bland outerwear, I suspected of being raging infernos of passion which I might or might not want to encounter. So anyway, I wasn't thrilled to be carrying the book like that. On the way to the checkout counter Dina impulsively stopped as we passed the coats. She snatched one off the rack and held it up. It was leather, short, and had a fur, or maybe faux fur, collar. Dina leaned close to me and whispered, "How would you like to see me wearing this and nothing else?" I felt an internal tugging, not at my heartstrings but in my crotch area. She got closer and her thigh pressed against me there. My mouth went dry. I blinked repeatedly. Her hid slipped down and, lowering the coat to hide what she was doing, she surreptitiously grabbed my crotch. "Oh, dear," she said with sympathy that sounded feigned, keeping her voice low. "You must have been at the end of the line when they were handing out penises. There was only a half of one left and they just stuck it between your legs so you wouldn't have to go without anything down there. No wonder you like to dress up like a girl. You practically are one where it counts. I won't be able to call you Todd anymore, not without laughing. No, you definitely need a girly-Q name. Your dick is so itsy bitsy I should call you... Itsy? No. Bitsy. Hello, Bitsy. Let's get you back to my place so I can dress you up and play games with you. It'll be like having my very own life size doll." She giggled. Giving me a penetrating look she added, "I've been noticing how you keep sneaking peeks at my boots. I remember how you said they affect you. Maybe instead of just the jacket you'd like to see me in only the jacket and these boots. Or one of my other pairs. I have quite a few. Would you like that, Bitsy?" Jeez Louise. We were in the middle of that store and she was still gripping my boy bits, even rolling them between her fingers. I had a raging hard-on (raging but not large) and was scared halfway to a coronary that someone would see what was going on. I wondered if my dick was leaking clear fluid onto the gusset of my panties. At the peak of my fear she just laughed and stepped away, moving again toward the checkout counter. I stumbled numbly along behind her, my eyes on her compact, well displayed bottom. I licked my lips, tasting just a suggestion of the lipstick that had been covering them not that long ago. With the muscles in my arms twitching, I set her selections in front of the young Latino woman who was cashiering. I admired her golden hoop earrings. She smiled and checked the tag on each item before ringing them up. It all went smoothly, even when she handled that embarrassing paperback. Most likely she assumed it was for Dina. When we got to the car Dina had me put the two bags into the trunk. She told me to wait a minute as she got behind the wheel, leaving the door open, then asked me to come around. When I was standing in the street in front of her she swiveled on her seat, stuck one leg out, and raised it, asking me to please push her boot on more firmly. Sunlight glinted off the polished leather. As far as I could see, it was on all the way already, and there was no need for any adjustment. At the same time I had been considering, in my imagination, what it would be like to grip that column of leather and feel her firm calf within it. I bent to the task and it was like the blood was rushing away from my brain. Holding firmly to the boot, relishing its tactile delights, I pushed against it. She allowed me to do that three times before letting me stop. Not that I wanted it to be over. But I was in the street with cars occasionally passing. She had me do the other one, even making me turn around and straddle it, so I could shove at it in that position. "I think you got it," she said playfully. When I released her leg she brought it up, not hard, and pressed it against my genitals, moving it back and forth just enough to get me wildly aroused. Then she took it away and swung around to face the steering wheel. So the blood really had been leaving my brain, to travel to my dick. I was standing there with an obvious, though not impressive, hard-on. I hurried around to the passenger side, got in, and had to be reminded to fasten my safety belt. Dina announced that she liked what we had found and would save the second shop that she wanted to visit for another day. I breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled out from the curb. But there was still the matter of her taking me to her place and having her way -- so to speak -- with me. We arrived at her ritzy building in about twenty minutes. She pulled into the private underground parking garage and drove to her reserved spot. Dina popped the trunk, then got out without speaking to me. Like a servant I grabbed the bags and scurried after her. We passed a security guy and he gave her a wide smile. I wondered who else he had seen her taking to her apartment. The elevator was fancy without being showy. Or rather, showy without being overdone. When we got out she led me to her door. From behind her I admired the way she walked in those boots, taking confident steps and letting her rump roll. As we entered her unit I took in the mix of expensive furniture, funky pieces that might have been trash picked, and even a beanbag chair that appeared to be vintage. On the walls there were pieces of framed art, all of them from what could be broadly described as the lowbrow school. They were interesting and featured varied color choices, from muted earth tones in one, to garish, animated-cartoon eye-blasters in the next. In a seductive voice she suggested, "We should go to my bedroom." Before I could misunderstand she clarified, "So I can dress up my Bitsy doll." That wasn't the main thing I had been hoping for but, if I was being honest with myself, it was as important to me as getting it on with my new maybe-girlfriend. Okay, it was more important. Being able to assume my feminine persona in front of a sympathetic girl was a long held dream. And those boots were a welcome bonus. Once in the bedroom I set the bags on her bed, but then looked at her to make sure she approved. Dina wasn't bothered that I had taken independent action. She wasn't looking for excuses to criticize me, or reasons to exert unreasonable control. She already knew I was easy to handle, literally and figuratively. She just said, "Let's go, Bitsy. Out of those street clothes and... hmmm... maybe into some intimate sleepwear first." A shudder of excitement ran through me. Really? Was I going to get to dress in HER intimates? Oh my. Like I said in the beginning, I wanted to BE her. And now I maybe perhaps please, please, please was. Or at least come as close as I was able. While I was getting control of my elation she was opening her dresser and taking something out. It was filmy and had a see-through Peter Pan collar and OMG was a baby doll nightie that looked like it had just arrived via time travel from somewhere in the mid-1950s. I was taking deep breaths. She didn't miss that. Dina let out a soft whispery laugh. "Let's go," she said. "It won't look as yummy if you wear it over what you have on. Strip, Missy. We're just a couple of girls here. No shame. Well, some shame. And maybe a lot more later." With trembling fingers I began to disrobe. Dina delicately held up the nightie and waved it at me like a flag of femininity. I got down to just my panties and looked at her questioningly. She told me, "Let's try it without the panties. It'll be funnier that way, with your itsy bitsy ding-a-ling peeking at me." Dina didn't look away for even a second. My modesty was strained to its limits and beyond. I accepted the nightie from her and put it over my head, letting its frothiness slide down caressingly over my hairless skin. As expected, it did nothing to hide me. But everything to give me the sexy girl appearance I craved. Dina nodded and went to her closet. She took out a pair of high heeled slippers made of clear plastic, that to my eyes matched the time period I associated with what I was wearing. She handed them to me, I set them reverently on the floor, and then eased my feet into the cool solid interiors. She had me walk around and I knew those heels (two inches, I was certain) were shaping my legs as they made me take small mincing steps, all of which was fine by both Todd and Bitsy, thought the former personality was being subsumed by the latter. I was getting my girl on. "Now, my pretty-pretty," she said with calm authority, "you can take these lovely boots off me. You don't mind doing that, do you, darling?" She sat on the edge of the bed. I went to her and sank to my knees. Looking up worshipfully I managed to assure her in a strained whisper that I didn't mind at all. Quite the opposite. I put my hands on one of the boots and it was like I was being given sex drugs intravenously. My dick stood up again, this time unrestrained, in all its limited glory. I heard myself panting quietly. As if she was speaking from a distance I heard Dina say, switching to a snooty tone, "Bitsy, you haven't been taking proper care of my boots. I think you should clean them off... with your tongue." I whimpered with need. A young pervert's dream was about to come true. Licking your own boots, a pair that were fake leather, had a distracting zipper up the side, and were bought at a yard sale ("I'm sure these'll fit my girlfriend. But if they don't, can I bring them back? It wouldn't be more than about 25 minutes? Yes? Thanks a lot. I'm sure they'll fit her."), and spent most of their time hidden in the back of your closet, just wasn't the same. I reverently bowed my head and place an adulating kiss on the upper. I went down further to demonstrate idolatry on the toe, holding my pursed lips against it for long seconds. It was more than thrilling. I dared to touch them and kiss at the same time, running my hands up and down caressingly. She kept the heel on the floor but raised the toe. I got down even lower and managed to lick the sole before moving upward again. She let me continue for a full fifteen minutes, which to me was like an hour in bootlover paradise. My nipples were tingling and my dick's tip was being tingled by the material of the nightie. I could have continued on and on but Dina decided it was time for me to try on and model the outfit she had gotten me. "You can do that," she informed me, "after I get into my new jacket. And maybe we have a glass of wine. And you strike a few poses for me, Bitsy." "Yes. Fine," I agreed breathlessly. "Whatever you want." "That's correct. Whatever I want." She put plenty of emphasis on that personal pronoun. First she put her arms into the sleeves of her jacket and shrugged it on (though I would have been thrilled to assist her). She had me strip out of that lovely nightie, which I hated to take off. Then I was allowed to slip into a pair of her panties, peach colored and bikini cut. Next I donned the blouse-from-Hell that she had evilly selected for me. Impossible though it may seem, it looked even worse on me than it had in the store, and that's saying a lot. It's one thing to dress as a girl, but quite another to dress like a girl who has no taste. The red slacks followed and, as I had estimated, they were too small for me, which was why they molded themselves to my lower half like a coat of paint. The stirrups held the cuffs down where they belonged and the crotch dug into my boy-zone uncomfortably. At the same time, it DID do a good job of flattening and thus hiding my candy. Dina wasn't done. She picked a pair of her shoes that she had fallen out of love with as soon as she got them home (she told me so, I suppose so I would understand that I was getting one of her rejects) and put them into my hands. "These will go perfectly with the rest of your fashionable outfit." They were canvas (brightly color spattered) with cork platforms, about two inches thick. And yes they did go with my ugly clothing. As I got them on and took a few steps, Dina hooked her arm in mine and led me to her large three-panel mirror. I was a study in poor taste. Then it was over to her make-up table, where she sat me down and went into the bottom drawer to obtain a plastic box of cosmetics that she had decided weren't for her (which meant I was getting more of her discards). With wicked glee she did and then overdid my face. In the vanity mirror I saw myself turning into a kind of slut-doll, part tramp and part sweetie face. She finished the ruination of my appearance by clapping a wig of glistening, short, red-gold curls (Halloween leftover?) onto my head and attaching big floppy bow, with black and yellow checks, to its top. After she told me to stand up, Dina couldn't suppress a loud laugh. Actually, she didn't even try to hold it back. No stifling. Done laughing out loud but still quaking from further silent mirth, she gestured for me to walk around. Those unappreciated shoes gave made my gait feel clunky, so I had to force a bit of hip-swing into it. Dina had me strike those poses she had mentioned, while she used her phone to record them. Hands on hips. Fingers laced behind neck. Hands on knees and butt thrust out. Fingertips on lower lip, mouth open in a theatrical 'O', other hand in middle of chest (but not pressing down on those flouncy ruffles). Please don't let her show the pictures to anyone, I wordlessly pleaded to Fate or whatever passed for fate in my current situation. "You are just too precious, in a bizarre sort of way," she told me, taking a shot of me with my hands on my privates place. "I can't wait until Flo sees you." "F... Flo?" I squeaked. "Who's Flo?" "One of my BFFs, except when we're not BFs, which is maybe once a week." "But... I mean... the way I look..." "You don't think it will tickle her? Maybe you need one of my bras and some stuffing in the cups?" "N... no!" I blurted. "Oh," she said, acting like understanding was just dawning on her. "You don't want her to see you because your looking so girly... and so tacky- weird." "Well... something like that." "Then I guess I shouldn't have told her to be here at about..." She consulted her fashionable and expensive watch. "... five minutes from now." I moaned and hugged myself. Further pleas would obviously not work. She was enjoying thoughts of my impending exposure too much. I decided to steel myself and just try to get through it. Though she was relishing my discomfort she did take pity on me enough to lead me to her small-but- well-laid-out kitchen and pour me a glass of red wine. Right after she poured one for herself and enjoyed a sensual sip or two. I took mine gratefully and forced myself not to gulp. As it entered my system and a warm alcohol glow spread, I felt marginally better. About halfway through the glass there was a buzz on the intercom, Dina answered it, and let Flo through the entrance security door. In minutes Dina's friend was entering the apartment. Glass in hand, trying to look less overdone and odd then the mirrors had already informed me I did look, I was confronted by a girl much like Dina, also with a bust that was a touch big for her figure. It struck me belatedly that Dina -- and her friend -- might have had boob jobs. Duh. I experienced a touch of breast envy. Not that I wanted a pair. But they looked great. And made it easier to wear female clothes. Anyway, back to my tale. Did I mention that the newcomer had on boots equally as appealing as Dina's? Flo scrutinized me, even getting up close to marvel at the run-amok application of cosmetics. I pressed my knees together. Attempted a smile that most likely resembled a response to constipation. Kept moving my hands because there didn't seem to be any correct place to put them. Flo snickered, turned to Dina, and wanted to know why I had wine and she didn't. Dina told me in a faux-bored voice to, "Please get my guest some wine, Miss Bitsy. And use one of the big glasses." Without thinking, I responded in a nervous whisper, "Yes, Ma'am." Yes Ma'am? You might find yourself reflexively speaking that way if you read too many of the right kind of stories on Fictionmania. When I returned with the wine -- in a glass about twice as large as Dina's and mine -- they were sitting on the couch chatting. Dina was describing my idolatry of her boots. Flo told her, "I don't believe you." Dina said, "It's true." Both of them sounded like they were reading their lines. Flo rejoined, "Well, you'll have to prove it to me." Dina offered, "But the only way to do that would be... a demonstration." Flo agreed, "That would do it." Adding some of the ennui she had put into her voice previously, Dina said to me, "Bitsy, get lovely dovey with Flo's boots." I dropped to my knees, failing to disguise my eagerness. Then I slowed down, as if I had at least a modicum of control over my fetishy behavior, and ever so slowly moved my lips toward that exotic footwear -- black, calf-topping, two-and-a-half inch stiletto heels, decorative straps around the ankles (complete with fake buckles on the outer sides), pointy toes -- swallowing my sudden excess of saliva rather than drooling openly. I kissed. Licked. Stroked. Pressed my cheek to. Got down flat, rolled onto my back, lifted her foot, and lowered the heel into my mouth, after which I fellated it willingly, all the while telling myself the wine was making me act so shamelessly. They resumed their casual conversation while I was left to my kinky pursuits, once more hard, my below average penis demanding more direct stimulation, while I suffered the pangs of frustration. Also, the retracted testicles and snugged up scrotum and beginnings of a dull ache down there. Such is the life of a submissive. I had the sense to limit my overzealous heel ministrations, and get back to the more normal (I know, that doesn't sound right. But 'normal' is relative, isn't it?) lavishing of attention on her leather delights. They gabbed on and on while I drove myself into a mute frenzy of urgent need. At one point I was sent to the kitchen to fetch the bottle and refill their glasses, but after that they charitably allowed me to resume my attempts to make Flo's boots fall in love with me. Eventually Dina even slid closer to her friend and got her feet into the action, so that I found myself switching back and forth between the equally appetizing offerings. When they were at last done gabbing, done too soon for their little boot boy-girl, Dina shooed me and I backed away on hands and knees to wait unassumingly. Flo stood and extended her boot toe toward me, saying, "Kiss-kiss goodbye." I dipped my head down and gave the shiny tip one last touch of my happily overworked lips. She exchanged hugs with Dina, me sneaking a peek from my lowly position at their brief embrace, and was gone. I sighed. Dina snapped her fingers and signaled for me to get back on my feet. Feeling lightheaded, I did what was indicated. She sat back down and waved for me to come closer until I was right in front of her. The woman who had so dazzled me seemed to want to do something else that involved myself. Who was I to disagree? She flipped open her phone, hit a pre-set number, and waited. "Yeah, Brad. Look, I'm not sure about tonight." Without looking she felt for and found the front of my slacks, got her hand between my thighs, and cupped my essentials in her palm. Everything fit there more easily than I would have preferred. "Well, something came up. Or at least, it's starting to come up." I couldn't argue with that. "And I might just want to stay here." She began to palpitate my three-piece set. My excitement was escalating alarmingly. She yawned. "Well, later might be okay. Maybe. But I might have a... girlfriend... visiting. Who? You don't know her." She wasn't even glancing at me, though I was being talked about, and my attention was focused on her every word (and the incessant wriggling of her slender fingers). "I don't know." She made a sound that started as a purr and ended like a dismissive moan. I almost felt sorry for Brad as he listened to it. Dina reacted to something he had said, her tone now honeyed. "Well, I certainly KNOW that blowjob I gave you was amazing. My blowjobs are ALWAYS like that. There are plenty of guys who'll vouch for them. You're just one of many." She paused, I guess to let that sink in. It sounded like I wasn't the only male whose mind she took pleasure in messing with. "Listen, I'll call you later. If, you know, my mood changes. Otherwise you'll just have to get a grip on the situation." She giggled at what she was implying. "I'm sure you're handy that way." Was she picking me over him? I shifted my feet around, aware of those unflattering shoes I had on. I couldn't be that lucky. Could I? She told Brad, "Well, maybe if you had returned the favor, after I sucked your cock, if you had done something nice for me with your mouth..." She let that hang in the phone-connection-space between them. "Anyway, we'll pick up where we're leaving off when I call you back. IF I call." She air-kissed the phone. "Bye, bye, Braddie." As she folded the phone shut she gave my stuff a final clench-relax- clench-relax-clench-relax, bringing me to the edge of spurting in my panties (which were HER panties, so it would have been doubly embarrassing), sat back, moved to the side, stood, and moved away. I didn't move. Noticed my mouth was hanging open and closed it. She went into her bedroom. I followed meekly, not sure what might be about to occur. Dina was undressing. She looked over her shoulder at me and gave a self-satisfied smile. "I feel like going out." Before I could object to being seen in public the way I was dressed and made up, she went on, "You can stay here and wait for me. If you want to. Without messing with my wardrobe. Or all the boots that are in the closet. Right over there. Otherwise, just let yourself out. You know, after you go back from being my dress-up doll Bitsy to looking like boring old Todd. Whatever. I'm going to hit one of the clubs and see who shows up. It's kind of early but I don't mind. There are some cute bartenders. I like Hank. And Cherise." She shrugged. "You can help me get ready. I'm sure you have an interesting fashion sense, despite what you let me put you in. And when I get back, if you're still here, you can wash my back in the shower and then... I don't know... I keep getting this mental picture of you all tied up with wide candy striped ribbon, which I happen to have a roll of handy, like a pretty package. And maybe me swatting your fanny until it's a lovely shade of bright pink. Or it might turn out that I'll be bringing someone home with me. Or I might be alone but cranky and just send you away." Dina cocked her head to one side. "It's fun not knowing what's going to happen. Don't you think so?" I nodded. It sure was. Scary tingly fun. ********* (End of story. Honest. No continuation in the works. I started this one and the characters just took over. So if there's anything you don't like about it, please blame Dina and your humble narrator, Todd/Bitsy. Of course, you can still tell me what you would have enjoyed reading about in a continuation, and those ideas might turn up in a separate story later. Also, thanks to those who wrote reviews of my previous effort, BACK TO SCHOOL, and responded to the complaints of some other readers. You covered all the points I was going to make, which left me more time to work on this story.)

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and any resemblance between real people and places is unintended. It does deal with Transgender themes and the supernatural. If these are not for you than stop here please! Thanks again to Janet Nolan, Hope, Nellie and Paula for their great work and patience in proofing and first reads. Any mistakes of course are mine. This work was originally named a little different, Boots the Cat's Tale. The reason for the somewhat altered title is I wrote other...

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My beautiful boots

You know what it’s like; it’s twenty past five on a Saturday afternoon and almost too late it dawns that you have to have a new pair of boots, boots that is with serial killer heels (not boots for wandering aimlessly around in or standing pointlessly in puddles or rivers at low tide) and that you have to have them now, not tomorrow or the day after but now, today. You will not do what a sane person would do and spend hours on the internet patiently trawlling the websites of ‘JustFab’ ‘New Look’...

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Pain Pleasure And Leather Boots

I Have A Boot Fetish It all started when i was about 15...with hormones racing and being curious i guess. My sister had moved out of the family home, and i was now taking over her bedroom. However she had left some items behind which she had said could be thrown out. As i was going through the items, i found her boots, the leather was lovely and soft, and they had a half length, 6 inch zip. I had always been fascinated by women in boots, like most young boys of that age..i had a few dirty mags...

4 years ago
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Valentinas Shiny New Boots

We share a modest yet clean flat just south of St. Petersburg. I met her two years ago on a rainy Thursday walking along the sidewalk, she was splashing her feet through rain puddles and laughing like a small child. I soon learned she was proud of being a skilled contortionist, we have been together since that very afternoon. "Yuri!" she exclaimed as she burst through the front entrance door carrying several large shopping bags. "Wait till you see, darling! They are so so sexy!" She...

1 year ago
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BOOTS

My heart pounding, I tore through the wrapping paper and lifted the lid of the box. "Daddy!" I shrieked. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I stared across the living room at my daddy, in shock. "Seriously? But I thought... I thought you said they were too expensive?"Daddy chuckled, no doubt pleased by my reaction. He loved to surprise me like this. Nearly forty-five, he still acted like a wild teenager sometimes, and his unpredictable behavior constantly kept me on my toes. "Well, Princess,"...

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My grandmothers sisters sneakers and boots

My grandmothers sister has always been close to me, I have been able to talk to her about everything. She knows everything about my fetish and we have talked allot about it, she seems to be quite curious about it. Lets call her Ella. She is 37 years older than me, she is blond with a fit boddy and everythin. She has shoe size euro 41, I have been borrowing shoes from her manny times. She doesn´t look a day older than 40, I prommise!When I was 19 I was going to her at her house, she lives about...

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Mandy8217s boots

What is it about the Christmas and New Year time that makes us want to be with the ones we love? I have to admit to getting a bit down around that time, just wanting to be with someone who is so special to me and knowing I was going to have to wait. Partly due to feeling down I decided to treat myself to a pair of black thigh-length PVC boots, and once I’d got them home decided to try them on, just to make sure they fitted properly. I managed to massage them onto my legs and was impressed...

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Boots

Boots"It still makes my bottom tingle when I hear the clip-clop of a woman wearing boots," he said.The interviewer listened attentively. "Take all your clothes off," she instructed.She smiled to herself when he immediately stood up to remove his clothes. She knew that most guys have no reservations about undressing for a female they find attractive, and more so with a submissive male. "Those too," she said, referring to his briefs.For an uncomfortable moment, he stood naked before her with...

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Puss in Boots

PUSS IN BOOTS By C (For le Chat, if he wants it.) Puss in Boots was an unusually clever cat who set out one day to find adventureand hone his skills as a hunter. He wore big riding boots and a cap with ared feather. He also carried with him a knapsack and a crossbow, both of themslung over his back. One day, he came to a country that showed the unmistakable signs of evilfairy enchantment. The farmsteads were deserted, the fields were barren, andthe sky was perpetually overcast. Bad news for the...

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This Seasons Essential Boots

The particular military-style boots are experiencing an increased demand in the market. By way of example no Trilateral points too there is absolutely no toe limit. Hope exaggeration to share that it reduced price tag louis vuitton totes on lower price sales range from the basic, specifically for men and women. As well, you should understand that you are indeed a dad or mom so you also have to think virtually. So with these characteristics, you can safely state that these basketball are among...

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High on Kinky Leather Boots

It was in Camden Town, London, late 2015 I discovered a store that housed imperfect but seriously sexy leather trousers, jackets, skirts, even dresses. The kind of place that would make you become a leather addict if you weren't already. The best part was I had already been on the kinky dark path of leather. By this stage, I was 24 & I'd worn high heeled thigh boots & elbow length leather gloves at the same time to masturbate in front of a mirror watching as I shook with incredible...

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Corsets and Boots

Boots and Corsets by Richard Head Foreword (Taken from Chapter 18) A considerable amount of nonsense has been written about Corsets and Tight Lacing over many years by authors who have no practical knowledge or personal experience of their subject. Most of these writers will try and titillate their readers by relying upon the constant repetition of popular words and phrases such as "I felt as if it was cutting me in half," or "She laced me in until I was unable to...

1 year ago
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Kinky Boots

‘Ring, ring, ring.’ My mobile phone went, as I was driving down the motorway. “Paul Young,” I answered. “Hi, Paul. It’s Nicole.” A voice trilled in my ear. Nicole had started work, for my company six weeks previously, as a window dresser. She was only 19, very petite and absolutely gorgeous. The guys in the warehouse had christened her ‘Kylie’ because she looked like, the singer, Kylie Mynogue. “I’ve just been in to see Jimmy, at Saville Sports, and he wants to know if we can do a promotional...

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Dina

I was in the kitchen ironing one of my work shirts when I heard the knock at the door. Looking down at how I was dressed I decided it was best to ignore it and pretend I was not home. The knock came again a little more loudly. "I am not home, go away," I said quietly. Then out of the blue I heard keys rattling and the deadbolt start to turn. Panic immediately set in, quickly I ran out of the kitchen, nearly falling as I slipped on the hard wood floors in my nylon covered...

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Dina

I had no idea what suddenly made me suspect that my wife was having sex with someone else. One day we were sitting at the dinner table smiling at each other and talking about how our respective days had gone and the next day at the same table I was sitting there looking at Dina and thinking, "Just what in the hell are you up to." I had seen nothing to make me suspect Dina, nor had I heard anything. All I had was a sudden feeling. It was as if I had walked into the room and there was a hint...

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PUSSY N BOOTS

Sleeping beauty was a dream cum true! But she was his daughter. By Oediplex 8==3~ She was Sleeping Beauty, she was a dream cum true. She was my daughter. I of course knew she was a gorgeous and sensuous woman, just like her mother had been when we were first married. But she was not her mom's uptight restrained girl, she was her daddy's libertine libido in feminine form. She lay on the couch of the recreation room in just thigh high boots, over white lacy silk stockings; and...

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Sexy Black Boots

While walking through the local mall you suddenly notice one of your fellow coworkers coming toward you and not wanting to deal with this obnoxious jerk you find yourself quickly ducking into the next store you see to get out of sight. With out even paying attention to the store you find yourself walking all the way to the back of the store to get out of sight. “Can I help you?” You turn to see you have just walked all the way to the back of one of those odd little stores you have seen a...

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DINA AND DEAN

We both have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please each other and our guests, flaunting our naked bodies to turn on people we have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving sexual pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction. Size is important for Sarah and she loves being teased and licked. Around once a month she loves having a second man to pleasure her, before he pleasures me...

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Teal Suede Boots

Poppy rearranged the black lace thong a third time, trying to get it to drape casually over the gin and tonic sitting on the hotel room dressing table. She had already hung her bra on the dressing table mirror, and finally, pleased with the arrangement, she stood back to adjust the camera settings on her phone.Several pictures later, she was happy. The drink and panties were centre stage, with the bra framing the top corner and an out-of-focus reflection of her naked torso could be seen in the...

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Her Boots

“You can start by licking my boots,” she purred as she presented one foot to me. Her red lips curled into a smile. “Yes Miss,” I whispered. I took her ankle in my hands softly gripping the leather boot; a knee high tight black leather boot with a platform toe and five inch high stiletto heel. I caressed the precious object as I looked up at her. I was naked, kneeling before her, my heart beating fast, worshipping her beauty, powerless to resist her command. She wore a black leather mini...

BDSM
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Red cowboy boots

Christy peered into her closet trying to decide on which outfit to wear for her usual Saturday night outing, and since being from Ft. Worth, Texas, her destination was sure to be one of the many cowboy bars that dotted the Metroplex landscape. She finally decided on a long country style dress that was low cut on top, yet loose enough to allow her freedom of movement on the dance floor. She lay the garment on her bed and sat down in front of her vanity mirror to brush her long blonde hair. There...

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Dinasty Mansion DiariesIce

"Dynasty Mansion, Tyree residence, Iesha speaking." It was Mr. Omar telling me that he would be about two hours late. I decided to waste some time by going through his stuff. I went in his room and sat on his bed, trying to decide where I should start. Where would a man keep anything he had to hide besides the place where he knew he would be most of the day? I thought to myself. His office. I went into his office and sat in his big desk chair and looked around. His office was pretty...

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Her Boots

“You can start by licking my boots,” she purred as she presented one foot to me. Her red lips curled into a smile. “Yes Miss,” I whispered. I took her ankle in my hands softly gripping the leather boot, a knee high tight black leather boot with a platform toe and five inch high stiletto heel. I caressed the precious object as I looked up at her. I was naked, kneeling before her, my heart beating fast, worshipping her beauty, powerless to resist her command. She wore a black leather mini...

2 years ago
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Bra Straps and Combat Boots

When the world goes to shit, there is nothing to be done but to find someone to fuck, that’s what I always say. Find me a nice abandoned bar with a good stock of bourbon, some rope and someone to call master, and I’m set. My name is Steph. I was out stealing some rope from a military compound when Raven found me. He was a renegade like me. Rugged and dirty, but with that well-kept look in his eye of privilege that said he’d clean up well if he wanted. He had dark black hair and dusty pearl gray...

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Concrete Boots

WARNING: This is a story of consensual bondage, rape, sodomy, drowning and death. It was inspired by one brief sentence at the end of one of Laura Lynn Davis's excellent stories, but it does not employ any of her themes. HOW I WROTE THIS, AND HOW YOU MAY WANT TO READ IT: I found alternating the viewpoint when writing in the first person an intriguing challenge. One of the problems was maintaining consistency. Using Microsoft Word for Windows 2000, I created a two column table, placing the...

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Officer Sassy and Officer Bootsey

Derrek and his wife Kate had plans to go to a friend's party on the other side of town that night but after my long ride I opted to stay at the house. "Great, have the run of the place but could we ask you a small favor?" "Sure" "Our daughter Samantha and her friend Betsy are at a costume party a few blocks away and are supposed to be picked up and brought here afterwards. If you could do that we wouldn't have to come back so early" "I haven't seen Samantha in what, six years?...

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Bootsy

BootsyCopyright 2010 by RubberHNote: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, events, etc. is coincidental. IF something like this did actually occur I’d be damned amazed.** Saturday 9:30 AMDarla opened her eyes and smiled. Dan had given her one of the best morning fucks she had ever had before he left to play a round of golf. She had dozed off and had forgotten to reset the alarm.‘Oh, dear.’, she said to herself. ?It’s getting late. I better go out to the garden and get...

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Bootsie

Bootsie - © Spitman, 27th October 1993 The sun blazes down on the rock path as I lead Bootsie down to his feedingplace. I am used to the heat, and my bare feet are hardened after weeks inthe rocky desert. Bootsie is slurping as usual. He knows his food is waiting,and his enthusiasm is irrepressible. So far, Bootsie has behaved himself today. A mischievous dragon would bea handful for anyone, but I am nude and defenceless, so I am grateful thathe is following me with at least an appearance of...

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Locke Cock Two Smoking Jetboots

 The name's Blade. Jeff Blade.Given that intro, you might think my life is one of an archetypal spy, packed with gadgets, glitz, glamour and girls. After all, I share initials with that double-o guy and he's drowning in pussy.To a degree, you'd be right. Ladies find me irresistible. I'm debonair, can talk a good game, and I'm the right side of fifty without a hint of grey. I prefer my women both shaken and stirred. And, crucially, know which end of a Glock to avoid.But there are times when...

Occupations
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By My Bootstraps

Bootstraps--as in pull yourself up by your-- Notes: Ryder is a home moving and storage company. Merry Maids is a home cleaning service with many levels of service available. Harris Bank is a reputable old-school bank. Two Guys and a Truck seems to be everywhere. Camp-Inn of Necedah Wisconsin makes metal-skinned, lightweight "teardrop" camping trailers. AmVets is a low budget Salvation Army (kinda. I know of no religious overtones) B&N = Barnes and Noble-- a big U.S. bookstore...

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Under Her Boot

Under Her Boot by Throne "Are you almost done, you lazy sissy?" From out in the hall, Wife/Mistress Rosanna sounded more impatient than she had a half hour ago, the last time she'd fired this question at her husband. Corey, short and slight, with bland features and pale blond hair worn at collar length, was kneeling on their bedroom floor, wearing only panties and stockings. He had emptied out all the boots from the bottom of her closet, wiped each one down with care, cleaned all...

2 years ago
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Suited n Booted

I had placed an ad on my local gumtree site(Glasgow) to meet a big cocked guy to come to mine and fuck me when I was wearing my rubber and thigh boots. Got the usual round of pic collectors and time wasters,but got an email from a guy who said he was in my home town and it just said ‘9 inches and thick wanna see it??’so who am I to resist,emailed back to him,’yeah sure,come to mine and show me it’didn’t expect him,to actually show up,but 15 minutes later my door got chapped and there he was.so...

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im Boot

Als Student hatte ich viel Zeit und war zu einem Segelturn mit einer Gruppe auf Mallorca. Dort in der Gruppe lernte ich Kerstin kennen. Sie war 27 und war gerade mit ihrem Studium fertig, während ich gerade mitten drin steckte. Wir hatten beide, unabhängig von einander, noch eine Verlängerung des Urlaubs geplant. Nach Ende des Turns und Rückgabe des Boots mussten wir beide feststellen, dass die Insel völlig ausgebucht war. Entnervt beschlossen wir als letzte Möglichkeit noch mal ein kleines...

1 year ago
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Suited n Booted

I had placed an ad on my local gumtree site(Glasgow) to meet a big cocked guy to come to mine and fuck me when I was wearing my rubber and thigh boots.Got the usual round of pic collectors and time wasters,but got an email from a guy who said he was in my home town and it just said "9 inches and thick wanna see it??"so who am I to resist,emailed back to him,"yeah sure,come to mine and show me it"didn't expect him,to actually show up,but 15 minutes later my door got chapped and there he was.so...

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Britain under the Nazis Jack Boot

Waffen-SS Standartenführer Karl Weiss sat outside the Swiss café in Berlin Square in London. It was Autumn in 1950 10 years after the fall of the Great British Empire. He had been deployed to London to continue the work started by the occupying army, 5 years later, of stripping away any sense of Britishness that might remain. All the stolen treasures of the British Empire were put into crates and sent back to Germany for display in German, some even to Germany’s allies Greece for example; this...

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Dear Diary

This story and all it contents and names are fictional.January 1st.Dear diary,This is my first diary entry ever, so I suppose I better tell you about myself. My name is Ashley, I'm 19 years old. I have long blonde hair with blue eyes. I think of myself as a very attractive girl. I like to stand in front my full length mirror and admire my naked body and of course play wife myself, I love looking at my pussy when I orgasm, sometimes my juices even spray on the mirror, I lick all my juices off my...

Incest
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Fun with Janice

Janice T messaged me: "So, when are you two going to invite me?" She included a hot picture of two women and a man, naked and wrapped around each other, to make sure I understood. There was a problem. I wasn't a twosome. In fact, my last affair had been with another woman, who just got more and more unhappy with my kinkiness and and exhibitionism. Fortunately, I had a wide variety of fuck-buddies of both genders. The problem with fuck-buddies is that they're rarely available and interested on...

Group Sex
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Lady GuinevereChapter 13

Once my Mom and Dad were gone, my brother and I decided to watch television. While Eddie searched for something to watch, I went to change. I looked through the things I had brought with me and wished I had packed something a little sexier. I decided on a pair of red lace panties and a blue satin pajama top. The top had three buttons down the front and if I sat just right, it gapped between them. When I went out to the salon, my brother was sitting on the end of the settee watching a movie...

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Destinys RoadChapter 35

The week after Thanksgiving progressed quickly. I talked to Marcus and Ted several times throughout the week to get updates on how the build out of the prototype was going. At one point Ted actually had to tell me to calm down and let them work. He reminded me that Sunday meetings were when we did updates, and every time Marcus had to stop and give me the rundown on the project, was time he couldn't be actually working on it. He had a point. I was letting my impatience show through. The...

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After impregnating barren sister son turns to mot

After impregnating barren sister, son turns to mother, After Salma Baaji left with her husband, only we mother and son remained. We came back in house. There was an awkward and frustrating silence between us. Ammijaan was avoiding eye contact and even talking with me. She was apparently ashamed to be caught by me when behind the curtain; she was spying on us while fucking.But I thought to bring the atmosphere to normal and said:“Ammijaan! Salma baaji is gone. We have done everything to save her...

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Mother8217s Day Special 8211 Part 1

Hi friends. How are you all. Its me once again your friend rachit here with a new story. Many people read my story and send their view about my first story. So thanks to all of you for all your support and love. So friends I will not make you bore and let you to the point means story. So here its start. As you all know how I fuck my mom in first story. Me and my was active in regular sex. Till that day we had lots of fun and sex. My mom rani is 47years old now. Wheatish colour, she have big...

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My Wife Anna Salac Continue Fucking

The next morning I woke up to the alarm buzzing in my ear. I rolled over to find Anna still asleep. I crawled out of bed and sat on the edge of it trying to wake up enough to head to the bathroom. The sun was pouring into the bedroom through the French doors in our room.I finally got the energy to head to the shower.After showering and shaving, I went back into the bedroom and Anna was not in bed. I was already running late for work so I got dressed and headed to the kitchen.Anna was in the...

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Portias Confession

Portia's Confession I have for years struggled to repress the desire in me to put on women's clothes. It's always been part of me, this desire, a part of me and of even my earliest memories. Ever since I swapped clothes with my girlfriend and best friend at around the age of three. Why has this desire been a struggle? Why don't I just put on the clothes and have done with it? Part of me asks these questions. Why can't I? Am I afraid of society's disapproval? No, I have...

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Rumspringa 1

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The WaifsChapter 2

Sean slammed his fist into the table. "Why, damn it?!? Why?" He looked around the conference room. The kids, packed in around the table, on the floor or against the walls, mostly avoided his eyes. They were crammed into a space designed for less than half their number, a meeting place for bridge officers. Why the hell had fearless leader Don made them meet here, instead of down in one of the large rooms in the heart of the ship? Sean's eyes slid over to the fool in question, sitting at...

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Cockatoo Part 9

Cockatoo Part 9 I live for feedback [email protected] Areeya came back into the room, gave me a kiss and sat down on the sofa with Alex and me. I wanted to know a little more about her father before meeting him this evening. He was flying in from Bangkok on the company plane and would only be here overnight to have dinner with us. I asked Areeya about her father and she said he was really looking forward to meeting me this evening. I said that I would be honoured to meet...

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What if She WantedChapter 11 More waiting More Preparations

Vicky I must admit I was impressed by Robert's plans for me. I was not that surprised by being branded. I was expecting something like that, sort of. I was not expecting to be branded four times. I am quite afraid of that actually. It is one thing to be tied down and branded. You wait, in fear, the brand comes, burns, pain, and it's over. This was going to be different. I assume that he will do my ass cheeks first; the first one should be the easiest, since you do not know how bad it will...

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The Howling Wind

I’m not a wild man and I don’t think I’ve ever done anything spontaneous before. I’ve been a school bus driver at Lakewind High School District for seven years. Between our four high schools, I’ve been driving for Lakewind and Heeler High Schools for five years. That job was to keep myself busy after I retired from my huge position at UPS for accounting at their headquarters in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. I’m sixty-four years old and still maintain a fabulous body. Although my appendages...

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Sissyfied By A Big Black Bull

Last night my life changed forever. We have new neighbors move in next door ,they were two big strong very buff black guys that were drop dead sexy ,as soon as a saw them moving in I was perving at them through my window and my sissy little white dick was hard in an instant as I have been fantasizing about being with a black man for a while now . I decide to put on some sexy under garments and my ugly male clothes over the top to...

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A Vegetarian Virgin

Have you ever met a 27 year old woman who was a virgin? More intriguingly, imagine that this 27 year old virgin was shapely, very pretty, college educated and sophisticated in a northeastern pseudo-intellectual, ultra-liberal, politically correct kind of way. If that wasn't enough, she was also a vegetarian, of the most extreme variety.Imagine then that this 27 year old virgin was also quite aware of her sexuality and very eager to lose her virginity, but she could not quite rid herself of some...

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Brains and BrawnChapter 9

The spring semester seemed to fly by. Katie not only made the team as a freshman, she became the starting first-baseman. Maria had been right; once Donna realized that having Katie in the batting order behind her was the best thing that could happen, they won their conference title and also won the Collegiate World Series in Oklahoma. John made college life look easy. Once again he was well on his way to another 4.0 grade point average. He also found time to help Katie in her studies and...

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Samantha Grandmas GiftChapter 4 Cleaning up a bigger mess or making the biggest mess of all

"Let me get this straight. You want me to shower with your daughter?" I couldn't really believe that Mandy had suggested that. "Well, it's not like Samantha could see any more of you, and you should be safe now. You've cum three times in twenty minutes now. Not that you're even going to want to do anything with Samantha right now, but if somehow you did manage to do something, you've cum so much that I don't see how you could have anything left to pose any sort of pregnancy hazard...

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Jokes and Giggles Part TwoChapter 572

???????????????? ???????????????? The Costume Party A couple was invited to a swanky costume party. The missus got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his good time being spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and away he went. The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awakened without pain and, as it was still early, decided to...

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Patience or Finding the Pearl

As she walked, Patience Gardiner was a bit surprised to find herself remembering passion. She could call it that now though she would have not then. She had been raised, as was proper, to think of these things modestly, if at all. That morning when he had stroked her hip she had crossed her legs very firmly and turned her face into the pillow even as he touched her oh so gently and she felt her will leave her. As Patience skirted the boulders perched along the cliff’s edge, she smiled to find...

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Loris Story 1 The Birth Of Lori

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