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Being a slut in the woods

"I'm going to the park for a walk in about an hour, I'm feeling fruity so will probably be lacking underwear, I'll be wearing a red dress and walking like I have love eggs filling me ;) " I sent the message to about 15 men I'd found on the sex site I'd been playing on for a couple of weeks. I had carefully selected each one based on who was close and the size of their manhood, they were all massive and their profiles were full of filth. I didn't expect them all to turn up, one would be enough...

Being a Girl Sucks

Being a Girl Sucks By Deane Christopher Copyright 2000 e-mail: [email protected] "Tell me something, imp!" "May I once again take a moment to remind you, mistress" the smug little Barbie Doll sized and blue skinned jinn evenly replied. "My name is Ackabubenlatu! Not imp! But, getting back to your original inquiry, the answer is yes. I'd be more than happy to tell you anything you want, oh mistress of mine!" "Shouldn't that be former mistress? After all, you did...

Being a Woman

Being a Woman Hi, I am Madhur and I stay in Mumbai, India with my wife Naina and I work as a Manager in a FMCG Company. I think I am leading a virtuous and a happy life but it could have been a bit more merrier if Naina would have cooperated. Its been only 2 years of our marriage and we have not yet planned for kids for Naina wants to settle down well in life before taking the responsibility of kids. She according to me is very moody and doesn't enjoy things, I am still not sure as to...

Being HumanChapter 13

“Thank you,” Ghok says as he exchanges cash for the two heavy plastic bags the deliveryman has brought to the front door. “Keep the change,” he smiles. “No problem, alien dude!” the young man replies, turning on his heels the second the bag is clear of his fingers and bounding back toward the street without really looking at Ghok. The guy’s arrival is a welcome relief. Ghok still doesn’t have much of an appetite, but dinner will put an end to the painfully awkward wait he has been enduring...

Being Chubby Became A Good Thing

By Larry Malone I don’t ever remember not being “chubby.” I even think I was born that way. Growing up I took a lot of teasing about it and it got worse in middle school. Of course, I was never into sports but I did have a group of guys who let me hang out with them, mainly because I would help them with their studies. Everything changed one summer after puberty hit all of us about the same time. We were starting to all get boners for no reasons, all the time. We jerked off as much as...

Being Joann

I sat in front of my computer and started surfing transgendered sites when I came across an article on psychiatrists specializing in cross-dressers, transvestites, and transsexuals. Some of their treatments included a psychological evaluation, hormone therapy, group sessions, and preoperative assistance. The mail order hormones I was taking were having some positive effects, but I read there were better and safer hormone medicines available by prescription. also really wanted to get some breast...

Being Mr Millers Slut Part 4

Introduction: Continution of Mr. Miller series After almost a year of being Mr. Millers little slut, things changed drastically. The Wednesday after Mr. Miller and Sheriff Own double cocked my cunt, then watched me fuck a horse things got very bad. I came home from school and my father looked very serious and sad. He took me into the living room and was very gentle, stroking my hair and telling me he loved me. My mother brought me hot chocolate which was really a treat in my house. Then they...

Being Kellie Again

It had been several months since I dressed for a man. My wife had recently quit her job, keeping her home and me out of my favorite clothes. Kellie was scratching and clawing to get out but I needed to keep her hidden until an employment opportunity could keep my wife occupied. I kept in touch with a bunch of my regular admirers and visitors knowing I would eventually be dressed as their slut, kneeling on the floor in front of them. One admirer in particular would always reach out to me for...

Being A Bottom The Urge

As usual, Ivan was standing naked in front of the mirror after having taken a shower. He stared at the athlete in the mirror. The one with great legs, strong thighs, but was sorely lacking in upper body strength. He was not as tall yet as he wanted to be. He shook his head and frowned at the crew cut hair style my parents forced on him. For as long as he could remember he had always sought out pleasure and soon found that some of his greatest pleasures came from other people touching him. His...

Being Nice

I was almost to my apartment door when Biff, a longtime buddy, came around the hall corner. His face lit up when he saw me and, without stopping he said, “Hey man, thanks so much!” and high-fived me. By then I was at my door and Moira, my bride of two years, was in the kitchen fixing dinner in her robe, unusual dress for this early. She rushed to greet me as usual with a big kiss. I smelled sex. Without letting her go I asked, “I just saw Biff in the hall and he thanked me. For what?” My...

Being More SocialChapter 15

In the moment I felt a very odd surge of gratefulness. For every sexual event I bared to witness, I got to enjoy many moments gleefully. Innocently. Maybe this was what Salvador was getting at - maybe I was biased given the weekend, but my God, sex was becoming just ... stupid. You know what? It was stupid. Comically stupid. The teacher, who had adult responsibilities, thought it was actually okay to have intercourse with an underage student. Mr. MacDonald had some fucking nerve. I got...

Being HumanChapter 12

Rachele and Ghok stand facing each other on the footpath directly in front of the restaurant’s entrance. They have finished up with even Ghok having the presence of mind to down the cup of coffee he had ordered. Though neither one of them feels like the matter of Rachele’s secret pregnancy has been resolved, it seems that between them they have said everything that needs to be said. “So...” Rachele says in an uneasy tone that has a sense of finality to it. This is all so familiar to her. It...

Being a Jerk for HalloweenChapter 2

I had been called a lot of things by my sister up to that point in my life, but "bastard" wasn't one of them. We added that to the list that night. She suddenly wasn't so weepy any more. The car was still idling, and she turned away from me and put it in gear, backing out kind of fast. Home was only ten blocks away, but she didn't say another word after the "bastard" that she spat at me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say either. So I just sat there. When we got...

Being owned Part 8

“Tonight, you will stay here. I'll go out.” And he had left me there and then. He had left me a book, nothing special or really interesting, but it helped pass the time. Late, he had come back, undressed and gotten into bed. My place was the big dog bed on the floor, my toilet a litter tray in the bathroom. Silently I got up and went to the bathroom. I didn't want to use the litter tray. As I was pondering if I should risk it to use the toilet – as I had done when he was away – I heard the...

Being owned Part 7

“Come over here.” I got up and crossed over to him, nervous. What did this mean? Without explanation he opened the bag, pulled out a thick leather collar and four thick leather shackles and placed them on the sideboard. He reached once more into the bag and pulled out five small padlocks. Why now? Thoughts raced through my brain. Had I done something wrong? Racking my brain, I frowned. Then a new thought interrupted these thoughts, nearly made me laugh. Would I be able to shower and shave...

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