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After she told her story her friends asked things like, how big was Mr. Porter’s dick, did could she put the entire thing in her mouth, and how much Mr. Porter came. She gave all the details they asked for and she quickly became one of them. Now that Alexia was one of the popular girls she tried very hard to keep her reputation up, and not have any dirty little secrets. But that proved impossible for her. After the first show the teachers gave her, Alexia couldn’t masturbate to anything...
Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 4 6. The Slave Market Alexia awakened to find herself and other women she had travelled with, in a large bare warehouse. She was saddened that Wanda, the only person in her wagon she knew, was no longer with them. Wanda had been taken from the wagon one night by a brutish looking man and never returned. Although she realized that Wanda was probably better off now than being here in this cold building, it would...
“Hey you, new girl,” she heard Rebecca, the school “mean girl” say behind her back. “Who me?” Alexia asked, as if she could be referring to anyone else at the empty table Alexia sat at. “Yeah, you, I notice you eat alone most of the time” “I, know, I guess I haven’t made friends yet here.” Alexia sheepishly replied, her long brown hair swaying as she turned around. “Whatever, you wanna sit by yourself all year? “No” “Good, then you’re going to have to do something for me,...
Alexia en missionChapitre 1 : recrutementBim Bang Bam Boum Bim Bang Bam Boum !Une jolie petite main fine se tend vers le t?l?phone pour arr?ter la sonnerie de cloche ?manant du t?l?phone pos? sur le chevetd'une chambre de la r?sidence universitaire de l'universit? de lettre de M. .- Ho la la ! Il est d?j? l'heure de se lever ! Vivement les vacances !Un second bras surgit de sous la couette pour proc?der ? un long ?tirement, pr?c?dent une la belle frimousse d'Alexia.La petite brune, 1m57 pour 42 kg, majeure depuis peu, ...
It was early, just after 7 am, when she let herself into the office. She had the entire building to herself, she knew that. No-one would show up on a Saturday, not unless there was a very special reason. Like a very important delivery that needed to be shipped or like the time when they had to implement all the new computers and be ready for work on Monday. But today was very different for a whole other reason!!She had received a letter, an old-fashioned letter, in an envelope, with a postal...
Alexia couldn't remember much, she had no idea how she got here. She remembered going to bed last night and the next thing she knew when she woke up she was almost in the middle of nowhere with a large wizard's tower in the distance. She seemed to be the same as she remembered, a lithe brunette with C cups and about 5'4", also she could clearly remember she was 24. She wasn't the most beautiful but she was still sought after and had a fairly desirable appearance, it was more of the "girl next...
FetishThe footer at Penthouse Gold stamps a 2008 copyright date on the joint, which means it’s old as hell in Internet years. I bet all the old fuckers remember the Penthouse name from long before that, though. The brand got its start as an old-school paper porn rag in England way back in 1965, and I know some of you had your first fap to your dad or your grandpa’s copies hidden under his mattress. Before the Internet, these guys were some of the biggest names in the business alongside Playboy and...
Top Premium Porn SitesVillage Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 1 Introduction His gleaming and swollen erection thrust eagerly into her responsive slot. Her legs wrapped tightly round his waist as his limber cock stretched her vagina to surfeit and extended into her until his fleece covered balls slapped noisily against her squirming bottom. Small gurgles of passion trickled from her lips as her legs stretched out wide and her pent up orgasm shuddered through her. The...
Alexia is my trans friend real name, Billie is her nick name, I ask her if she wants to spend some with me at the cabin, I haven’t told her about the wolf yet, I don’t think she would understand the relationship I have with it, it’s different from our buddies on the farm, they know something different about me. We get to the cabin Billie’s already getting naked, we take our stuff to the cabin, I sense the wolf is close and his pack is too, Alexia goes to the truck and is...
Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 2 3. Escape to Olfberg Before Ingenar had hidden them in the closet he had instructed them to go to Olfberg and find a hostler named Ulric. He was reputed to be pessimistic and stolid but honest and had been paid some weeks earlier to take the girls to the monastery at Saint Michel if anything happened in their village. The invaders had covenanted to respect the religion of neighbouring countries and not impose...
Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 3 5. Journey to Saint Michel (beginning) Dawn broke in the stable and the girls were wakened by the sun streaming through the cracks in the wall. The three girls, still weary from their night time exertions, rolled groggily from their blankets and dressed quickly in the cold morning air. Climbing down the ladder from the loft, the women splashed cold water from the trough onto their faces to wash away the traces...
Darryl messaged me on adam4adam asking if we could chat and how sexy he thought my pics were on my profile. After messaging Darryl back he sent me his cell and smooth talked his way over text into getting me to call him to talk. It just felt so easy following his commands. He chatted with me like I was just another gurl he was flirting with. We ended up talking for over 2 hours. During the call he sent me several pics of his gigantic black dick. Darryl cock was 8.5" x 3.5". I remember getting...
The secret sissy in question claimed to be a young, successful man,heading his own department at work and living the good life. But heyearned for his teen years, where he would passably dress up and meet menoff the internet. He wanted to be completely broken and feminized to thepoint of no return.Here is what I had to say, and after writing the little scenario at theend I thought it might be a good enough start for my first posting tothis site.Without further ado:Hey there- this is a long...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Now Mr. Robinson (Also known as Joe) was a new client that the big boss wanted to impress. If he was able to obtain Joe's business then they could expand even further. The only thing was that Joe had to be interested in the business. If the deal fell through then Exotic Erotic could be losing a lot of money in sponsoring. The big boss decided he would show a good type and hope to get his business that way. Joe had come for his appointment at 3 o'clock on time, and was greeted at the counter...
Sunlight beamed through the curtains, warming up the room. Under the sheets, a mildly aroused Alexia laid half asleep, one finger halfway up her ass and her mouth gently sucking on her other hand’s fingers. Her cock was slightly bulging, as it tried to break free from its fabric cage, causing it to pull on the thong. Her hair was messy, but in a way that you’d love to see after a good night’s rest. Her eyes opened, and Alexia realised what she was doing."Oh!“ she squealed, as she pulled her...
CrossdressingLooks like it's never gonna stop," Alexia muttered, the warm vapor from the cocoa rising past her face like a discounted sauna. Her voice pitched higher, much to her liking, she continued, "twenty-four years old, with a job as a writer. Yet I'm bored."The maroon cardigan wrapped her exposed shoulders, but did little to envelop her breasts upon which she rested her hands that held the cocoa. Her legs, warmed by the stockings, lay crossed to one side, elegantly covering what the skirt wouldn't....
CrossdressingExotic Tours A man hires an exotic tours company to explore the city’s exotic sights and sounds but finds himself forced to endure humiliation, teasing and denial. Author’s Name: pigdog ([email protected]) About the author: Pigdog (alias) is a minor writer of erotic fiction who liked to weave adventures of culture and eroticism into her stories. Story codes: F+/m, m-self, cbt, exhibition, toys, voyeurism, D/s, bondage, real, slow, reluctant, mc, humiliation, blackmail, nc, serious. Exotic...
This fun and crazy experienced happened to me several years ago after posting ads of myself on craigslist before casual encounters went away. If you didnt ever use or maybe too young to remember but craigslist was a great way to be a discrete sissy on the side getting lots of cock. My gf at the time was going on a work trip for her family business and I was going to have our house all alone to myself for 1 week. Still remember being a giddy like a horny college girl putting my ad up about 1...
Audition, For an Exotic Masseuse.I had gone to a foreign country for 2 months after my studies for an experience's sake, There I needed to earn some money so I decided to look for a job, being from Aus I was good with oil and massages as thats what I did all summer back at home, Tanning and Oiling myself or Massaging friends on the beach.I walked into a huge palor like shop which had a poster of "Hiring Exotic Masseuse'I was a very exotic and huge place which candles and chandeliers all over...
Audition, As an Exotic Masseuse.I had gone to a foreign country for 2 months after my studies for an experience's sake, There I needed to earn some money so I decided to look for a job, being from Aus I was good with oil and massages as thats what I did all summer back at home, Tanning and Oiling myself or Massaging friends on the beach.I walked into a huge palor like shop which had a poster of "Hiring Exotic Masseuse'I was a very exotic and huge place which candles and chandeliers all over the...
She Was Exotic By Donna Sash [email protected] She was exotic. Her shoulder length hair in its slightly red color was mostly strait, with just a little up curl at the end, and bangs that covered her forehead. Her fashion was equally sexy. She had on a clingy blouse that showed her body to be just right. Her skirt: short, black, and silken by the look showed off her other assets. Around her neck he wore a scarf that was also totally black. The print on the blouse was soft roses in...
Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...
Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...
Andersonville 2 - Judge-less by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Mathew Shepherd, who lives in the hearts of all open-mind people. Fade in... The warm glow of yesterday's conversation with my father ended in the cold reality of Monday morning. The cold reality that I was a young, teenage girl. The cold reality that I was expected to act like a girl, something totally foreign and yes, something I found even a little scary. And the cold reality that I had no idea why I...
This incident happened when I was preparing for Engineering Entrance Exam in Patna. I used to take my coaching classes in one of the renounced coaching center in famous “Boring Road” of Patna often regarded as the “Maal Road” among youths mainly because it was coaching center den of Patna leading to attracting best beauties of the town, and due to a number of Girl’s Hostel in that areas .Also having closer proximity to women’s College has substantially helped in making it a candid spot for boys...
Vorwort :) Ich hab mir mal versucht eine kleine Geschichte auszudenken (die haupts?chlich in meinen Tagtr?umen entsteht) Kleine Warnung: Ich bin nicht grade DER Geschichtenschreiber, deshalb w?re ich erfreut ?ber konstruktive Kritik (Bitte wenn genau), was ich z.B. ?ndern sollte/k?nnte. Nun aber viel Spa? || ----------------------------- Hallo Leute, heute erz?hle ich euch etwas von meiner etwas SEHR seltsamen Entdeckung die ich neulich machen durfte. Wer ich bin? Nun ich bin eigentli...
Andersonville 1 - Home Sweet Home! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to Susan M. Bidwell - a young lady who died before her time. Andersonville is based on the story "The life and death of Al Parker". Reading the story is recommend to understand some of the discussion in the follow series. Fade in... Dennis Butz worked on some last minute paperwork with a certain relief. In a few hours his dream would become a reality and then the real work would begin. He heard...
Andersonville 6 - Friendship Lines by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore." Fade in... I saw them come out of the courthouse from across the street. There were four of them; all men dressed in business suits. Every day, just a few minutes after 6pm, they left the courthouse to go home. Three of them proceeded to their cars but the fourth man, maybe 21...
Andersonville 7 -- Soul Mates by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to all the writers of TG Fiction. Fade in... There I was, in the file room working hard to make sense of the mess I had gotten myself into. I had accidentally misplaced a file and suddenly everything seemed to be out of whack, causing me a great deal of frustration. As a private investigator I was never good at filing, that had always been Al's job. Now, unfortunately, the job was mine and asking myself how...
"Good morning, Miss Anderson," Crius said in a formal tone. "Please, call me, Linda," I replied. "Only if you call me, Crius," he answered. The Titan God smiled, but I detected no warmth to it. "Okay, Crius." I returned his smile with some reservation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I didn't feel at ease with him. When he had asked me out to breakfast, I had been tempted to say 'no', but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "So, what can I do for you?" "Nothing,...
I stood there in my black dress watching them slowly lower the casket into the ground. Standing next to me was my mother, who was weeping softly. Next to her was my sister Jennifer, and she seemed the saddest of us all. Perhaps she was remembering her own mother and father's funeral who had both died when she was just a young girl. On the other side of the casket I could see Crius standing next to Dennis with an impatient frown. He seemed so out of place, and the expression on...
Andersonville 3 - The Price of Revenge by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the survivors of child abuse, both physical and emotional. May you find the support and strength to deal with it like I did. Fade in... Linda Anderson - the do anything wonder woman. That's what the job title should have read. Not that I was good at everything I did; I was just expected to do everything around the office. That included making coffee, filing folders,...
Andersonville 8 - The return of Tom McClain! by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my good friend Darkside, who inspired me to reach beyond what I thought I was capable of writing. Fade in... "Would you like some desert Linda?" Dennis Butz asked politely. "No thanks," I answered suspiciously. The man had been acting way too nice to me today. It had been a pleasant lunch so far. Dennis had started out by asking how my brother was doing, and I could see that he...
"Come on out, Linda," Judge Herns told me. "I don't want to," was my reply back to her. "I look ridiculous!" "It can't be that bad," I heard Dr. Green say. "Yes it can," I responded through the closed door. "Why do I have to do this?" "Because it's part of your agreement for having me change you back into Linda," Judge Herns replied a little sternly. "Now come out here so we can see how you look." I reluctantly opened the door and stepped out wearing the ridiculous outfit...
Andersonville 9 - Never cry wolf by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead". It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any...
Mike Stoner sat and watched as his boss read the report. Dennis Butz scanned through each page carefully, taking extra time to check out the psychological profile Mike had prepared. Satisfied with what he saw, Dennis placed the report down next to him. "Very thorough," he stated. "Thank you," Mike smiled. Dennis Butz was a good man to work for. "I think she is a very good choice for who you have in mind." Dennis nodded. "When can you move her?" "Tomorrow morning. I...
It was way too early for someone to be calling. Somewhere in the darkness of my room I could hear my cell phone ringing. Looking at the clock on my dresser I cursed - it was 3:30 in the morning. Moving my hand in the direction of the annoying sound, I found the phone and turned it on. "Hello," I said in a curt fashion. I wanted the person to know I wasn't happy about this early morning wake up call. "Good morning, Linda," Dennis Butz replied crisply. "I'm sorry to call you at...
There we were, two girls having lunch on a cool, April day - only that wasn't the case at all. Neither of us was who we really once were and only one of us was a girl. At least that's what I kept telling myself. As I began my second year as a citizen of Andersonville, there were times I regretted my decision to be turned back into Linda Anderson. It wasn't that I hated my life; I just didn't feel natural living as a woman. In all fairness, I most likely would have felt as...
Fade in... The town of Andersonville Larry Smith, Bill Maxwell, and Steve Anderson walked across the school grounds. They didn't have football practice today, but that didn't stop the boys from pursuing other types of sports. They were heading for the park to shoot some hoops. The three of them looked like a group of typical teenage boys, but there was nothing typical about them, or for that matter, anyone else in Andersonville. "Is Sally going to meet us there?" Larry asked....
There I sat shifting through the many piles of papers lying on my desk and wishing I were somewhere else. It was truly amazing how many reports passed through my hands to be filed or used to type up other reports. I knew that at least half of them would reach Judge Jasper's desk, where he would study them for a few minutes then put them in his out box to be filed by you know who. What surprised me was how much information Judge Jasper remembered. He would quote me numbers on the...
You're a member of the Andersson family. The head of the family, Jim Andersson, died 10 years ago.... Now there're only the Mother Jane Andersson and her three children.. The eldest daughter Gena, then the second Jessie and finally the only boy in the family, Sean Andersson. Before the story can begin, The one & only thing that needs to be known is who the hell are you?
On 9th July 1984, Stephanie Butler wakes up to the tune of Blondie singing on the radio: One way, or another, I'm gonna find you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you One way, or another, I'm gonna win you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you... Stephanie fumbles to turn off the alarm and stumbles out of bed, failing to notice one of her nipples falling out of her skimpy worn nightie as she does so. She walks through her house to the bathroom, where she washes her face. She...
Your an Outlander, one of Eight But you are the lead Outlander: Darth Imperious, your fellow Outlander's are:#1 Your Alliance Army Commander-in-Chief: Havoc Squad Commander Raychorè Organa, Call-Sign: Meteor. #2 Your Head of Military, Economic, and Political Espionage and Intelligence: Cipher Nine Call-Sign Nightshrike. #3 Your Elite Guardsman Trainer and The Last Grand Champion of the Great Hunt Call-Sign Scree. #4 Your Archives Keeper, The Third Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order Call-Sign...
Abby likes to work hard and to play hard. She was dressed as Marilyn Monroe from the film `Seven Year Itch`, in a white flouncy dress and used a false pair of breasts to enhance her small natural ones. She would have gone straight to her Goth Club, but Gibbs had called her in to undertake some additional chemical analysis.The sight of her standing there, in that white dress with a blond wig on, stunned Tony and Tim. The light was such that they could see through her dress and see the white...
Moonlight meanders....It had been a quite warm day, the sunshine beating down as they drove back from seeing Jays friend at the annual Airshow, and there night’s stay in their favourite hotel. They had decided to come back by the coast road after stopping for a bite to eat and a walk along the beach. Driving along the music added to the tranquil time of the evening , with sunset just approaching. Innuendos had been flying all day, the normal for Jay and Bert when they got together as lads...
I rolled and yanked the controls back as I cursed. The fighter was still jerking and red warning lights flashed and alarms continued to go off. I flipped and rolled the other way and shoved the yoke down and the throttle to the stop. The next asteroid flashed over me as I pulled back and rolled again. A glance in the rear vid showed only two fighters still after me. A missile streaked towards me and I dove and spiraled and it flashed past to the side. I was watching more than the asteroids or...
Oxford, England, 1816 He had been hard for her for the better part of the morning. If you did not count the last seven years that is. For seven agonising years, he relied on his own imagination and self-relief to keep his sanity in place. Or his insanity in check, more like. Samuel Bryce McDougal, or Sam as the McDougal and his wife Aileen called him, sat at the desk in his professor’s study with Mrs Stratham. Her role in this household comprised of being the professor’s children’s...
Harriet lay on her bed scrutinising the darkened ceiling as she had done for hours since she forced herself to retire. Or she might have sat waiting for a certain man to arrive from wherever he decided to spend the night. Spend the night, for pity’s sake. Samuel. That studious pupil as the boy he had been. A scholarly graduate keen on the advancement of science. A man who showed not an inch of tendency towards debauchery. The man whose quiet, intellectual posture had always elicited...
Harriet was keeping her distance, Sam lamented more than a week later while he walked to his lodgings. He needed to fetch a few notations to continue his work. The warm spring sun soothed his dark mood and gave a redder hue to his hair. Had it been warmer, his freckles would have surfaced. Those delicious kisses threw him in a bonfire of craving he had never felt before. Now he had reality to go with the gnawing hunger that had lived in him since he met her. His nights became a blur of...
Sam questioned the wisdom of his decision to stay in with a book as he sat on a settee in the professor’s drawing room the next evening. Harriet sat straight with a book of her own right across from him, her tea on the side table. The simple chignon, the demure light-blue dress and her engrossed stance did nothing to distract him from the gnawing desire coursing through him. The gnawing desire that had poured through him the whole day. They had worked diligently on the paper from morning...
“Take me in now, Harriet,” sitting on the edge of the inn’s bed, blunt toes on the carpet, he let her straddle him. “I can wait no longer.” Samuel held his utterly erect cock for her. “Ah!” he expelled as they joined their more than ready bodies. His long arms laced her by the waist to press her down on him. Her tresses fell around her as she wound her delicate limbs around his neck. They kissed with erotic thirst while her hips met his. That masculine mouth of his dragged down her throat...
“Please, Mrs Stratham, don’t just stand there, come in and close the door.” The Laird ripped her out of her surprise. They all sat around his massive desk, and the three of them looked at him. “It’s time we put this in the open,” he started with his authority dripping from every word. “My son says you did not accept his proposal,” his gaze bore into her. “Why was that? Don’t you love him?” Harriet eyed him in astonishment. It seemed he conceived no woman in her right mind refused his son....
I was home that evening, thinking about what I was going to do that weekend to make it special for Cheryl and Karen. I had some ideas, but that made me realize something. My parents did not know anything about what I was doing. Now normally, I would expect that most parents knew little about their children's sex lives, but I think my parents were different. They knew all about it, except this aspect. More importantly, they could probably give me, could have given me, excellent advice on the...
The Tylers and the Heislers had to leave not long afterward; they'd left their four preschoolers with their respective Bradford parents, and they had to be getting back to the Lansing area. There was nothing wrong with sitting and talking to Emily and Kevin; while they weren't dinner-party-type friends, Jason knew both of them pretty well. The Spee-D-Mart Emily managed was like the Chicago in that everyone in town stopped in there sooner or later, and Jason was no exception. Jason ate...
As towns go, Bradford, Michigan is nothing special. It's just a country town of about 3,000 people, like hundreds or thousands of others. It's far enough away from bigger towns with more shopping opportunities like South Bend or Bolivar or Hawthorne, so there are several stores of various natures that serve most routine needs, including a fairly large grocery store. In general, prices are a little higher than you'd find in the Walmart in Hawthorne, but when the time and gas to run to one...
Even though Vicky had volunteered to be the designated driver for the evening of the party, to no one's great surprise the number of people going from around the Bradford area quickly outgrew a single car. The same night Kevin showed up at Jason's house with a pile of motorcycle parts Vicky asked Jason if he knew anyone with a big van they could use instead. Jason did, a guy from the plant whose hobby seemed to be a dozen kids, and who needed an extended-body full-size van to haul them...
The evening grew late all too soon. In the effort to repair Dayna's reputation as the black sheep of the class, she and Sandy got out their guitars and did several songs, all about prostitution, in keeping with their costumes. They did the old Cole Porter-Billie Holliday Love For Sale, and followed it with Sting's Roxanne, Bobby Gentry's Fancy -- with Sandy singing, her voice was better suited to country-western; House of the Rising Sun, the ancient and correct version, not the one the...