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My love of boys as girls started in High School, maybe even earlier. I had befriended a slightly effeminate boy even though he was so different from me. Looking back, it was probably because of it. I thought that he met be gay. I had no reason to think it, it was just a feeling I had, and I found it exciting for some reason. We started to hang out after school, at his house, with no one home, I found myself eager to push the, his, mine, our, boundaries. Brushing up against him, it was like there was electricity in the air. I could see and feel his body react. I began to say things, hinting at… 阅读更多内容

Surprisingly for me, I do remember this particular day that I’m about to relate to you and what happened, quite well. It must have been the late eighties, as at that time I was selling laminating machinery, and I’d secured a big order from a company in Redditch, south of Birmingham. I can remember that the owner was a lovely chap called Alan whose wife looked like a well known TV actress, famous for being the barmaid in coronation street! She’d dressed like her too, very short mini skirt with long, stocking encased, legs and I’m bloody convinced that she was trying it on with me as every time… 阅读更多内容

Young Tranny 2. How I Started part 2- A Sexual Plaything Still smiling at him and post orgasmic, mouthful of semen, I decided to enjoy the moment and leave any wrongness alone. Relieved, Mr. Carlton smiled back. He asked me how I felt and a several other forgettable questions to get a read on my emotional state and determine if he was in danger from me or, hopefully for him, he'd been patient and deliberate enough and waited till the right moment and he'd found his new toy. I was in a daze as he questioned me. I felt good but different, somehow more awake, but still in a daze. Looking back n… 阅读更多内容

Young Tranny 1. How I Started part 1- Becoming a Gurlie-boy My sex awoke slowly and over a year or so. Then, after being taken into the moment by an older man the floodgate of physical desire and sexual obsession opened full bore. As I matured I became what some people refer to as hypersexual. Nymphomania or satyriasis or whatever label you choose, my active sexual focus was extreme. I went from a somewhat willing sex "victim," to compulsive submissive plaything, then an active eager participant. Eventually I was a full wanton slut, a whimsical whore who accepted of "herself." When any regret… 阅读更多内容

Having mentioned, in my last story, about whoring in the north with the sexy Sandra, especially regarding our trips to the red light area in Middlesbrough, I thought I’d relate a few more experiences regarding our time in the Leeds area . When the factory, where we both worked, in the south west closed, it was decided that the product would now be manufactured in the Newcastle, but, for various reasons it was temporarily located to Leeds, which is how we came to be there. I’ve talked about Sandra, a lot, in my reminiscences but I’ll quickly do a recap. Stunningly gorgeous, late forties, earl… 阅读更多内容

Rolling on from my reminiscences regarding my relationship with the dirty pervert, Mr Vaughn, I can remember going to Birmingham with him, Margaret, Arthur’s wife and the even more dirty and perverted, Mr Manning, not long after my first foray into cross dressing and the party that followed. One of the women, at the party had been a woman called Chrissy, from Birmingham, who it transpired had been invited down to Bristol by another one off Mr Vaughn’s dirty friends and also that she was on the game, a prostitute. She’d had such a good time that she asked Mr Vaughn if he fancied coming up to B… 阅读更多内容

It's strange but true, when I was younger I wanted nothing to do with men, I had my own special relationship with sex from crushing my pillow between my thighs and rocking myself to nice orgasms and this giving way to my fingers and my brothers actin man doll, whom I slowly stripped of his uniform before inserting him inside myself, feet first for fear his head might come off inside me. By my tenth birthday I was already enjoying adult pleasures but still viewed as sugar and spice in the eyes of men who liked to massage their hard cocks with my bum, whenever they pulled me onto their laps, and… 阅读更多内容

If you’ve previously read any of my reminiscences you’ll be well aware of the long term affair I had with a woman I worked with, called Sandra. She was ‘basically’ sex on legs (gorgeous long legs too!) and also a raving nymphomaniac, she just couldn’t get enough sex, which, at the time I certainly wasn’t complaining about. Her daughter, Sarah wasn’t much better (or worse, which ever way you look at it) sex wise and as good looking as her mother, who was more than happy for me to have a ‘dabble’ in her tight pussy if I fancied something a bit, well a lot actually, younger. I didn’t realise it… 阅读更多内容

This story is based on actual true moments in my life and a little bit of fact and alot of fantasy on the way I wanted things to go. Here it is: I don't know about other people with a smoking fetish, but for me it started at a very early age. I wasn't exposed to a bunch of people smoking around me. My parents never smoked. I was about (*an appropriate age) when a cousin of mine got into trouble, got kicked out of HS and then kicked out of her house by my uncle. She moved in with us. She was four years older than me. She was the first person I remember seeing smoke and getting excited when I s… 阅读更多内容

For a friend... I have always loved wearing lingerie. The way it felt, the way it made me feel, so sexy and girly. It was the biggest turn on to wear it and imagine being with a man. Having him want me, to be desired. Private sessions turned into public outings. Of course, no one knew, but hidden under my clothes, the soft, sensual feel of it always made me feel sexy and incredible. The secret hidden pleasure of it. It heighten all my lusts. It made me crave cock. The thrill of it only made me want more. More of all of it. I started to dress up, from head to toe. Skin tight dresses, high he… 阅读更多内容

When i was a young boy, my busy parents started sending me to my aunt and uncle's lake house for the summers so they didn't have to deal with me. My aunt babysat me during the summers starting after the 1st Grade. My Aunt and Uncle became my second Mommy and Daddy. My aunt was a smoker and the only smoker I knew. I was always staring at her smoking and wanted so badly to be like her. When I was 12 my aunt started to leave me alone at the house while she would run errands. One morning right after she left I snuck a pack of cigarettes from where she kept her carton of virginia slims went into th… 阅读更多内容

I had been going onto the nudist beach every day but one morning instead of just laying on the beach I decided to put my towel down in the dunes and sunbath naked there. I was just laying down doing a puzzle book and noticed lots of naked men walking around through the dunes and bushes obviously looking for something sexual to watch or take part in I assumed, and noticed that they were staring at me as they walked past, I guess it started to make me feel a bit naughty and horny. After a while I could see from the corner of my eye a guy in the bushes looking at me so I put my hand to my cock… 阅读更多内容

Chapter one I’d been going to Ibiza for my summer holidays for several years now and just loved the sun, the sea and the sexual freedom that seems to exist on this idyllic island. In the past it had never been a problem cross dressing on an evening. 2009 was no different. I'd been into Ibiza Town on the last three nights, dressed as my alter ego, Suzy and every night I seemed to be getting more brazen and dressing more and more like a whore. The first couple of nights I'd just tested the waters and wore just a simple clothes, like a tee shirt top with a pair of skin tight jeans and heels. B… 阅读更多内容

That Passage In A Book – DP! I must tell you about something amazing that happened while I was a school-kid in the late sixties. With puberty raging my mates and my I would do our best to get as much information about girls and sex as we could. We swapped magazines like Carnival and Girl Illustrated between ourselves and devoured books like The Perfumed Garden and The Kama Sutra. These were all great, but of course we wanted more, and the icing on the cake would have been to actually have sex with a girl. Or even to see one naked. The magazines were all rather coy or airbrushed. You'd… 阅读更多内容

A Night of Makeup, Cock and Cum - froam Annamalice It was all I could do not to accept. After all, it's been a fantasy of mine for years. When given the opportunity, I had to go for it. I had been surfing the internet for crossdressers, shemales, transvestites and transsexuals. The idea of a hot woman with a cock had always turned me on. Further, I had always wondered what it would be like to be with one and turned into one for a night of being a cum-guzzling whore. I popped into a chat room and started talking with others when I got a private message. "So you want to be a whore for a night, d… 阅读更多内容

*Inspired by Monica and Vanessa I think I was in the second, maybe third grade that first time. I had an older sister very much into fashion, make up and designing. Her room always had a scent of perfume and was filled with all sorts of girly clothes and accessories. I don't know why, but I remember always being drawn to it. Wanting to go in and look around and touch things. I wondered what they felt like. Girls were so pretty, so feminine and always looked so cute. I wanted to feel that way, too. It was just curiousity. I remember being excited and searching through her dresser looking for… 阅读更多内容

I am a mature TV living in the north of the UK as you may well know . I have been dressing since I was 7 and having nylon led sexual fun since my early teens. The result today I have a very large wardrobe of clothes and shoes, am 100% smooth apart from a landing strip and have manicured nails and shaped eyebrows and with killer legs in high heels. I am divorced and able to play a lot, but, I had this one desire to go dogging. The problem was safety for me. I did not want to go to a hugely popular place or one that was miles away from me. So after looking at different swinging sites I decided o… 阅读更多内容

I constantly get messages from beginner Sissies and CD's so I decided to start making a list of advice to help with some of the more common questions. I have tons of useful knowledge but not enough time to repeatedly type it all out or immediately respond to everyone who messages me so I will be updating and adding to this as time goes on. But my best advice is to play safe (condoms) and know who you're meeting if you do decide to have a casual encounter. I get at minimum 10 messages a week from newer Sissies/CD's asking if I will give them a makeover, help them with makeup, clothes. H… 阅读更多内容

Although I’ve now finished telling my Ibiza sex trilogy, which I hope you’ve enjoyed, there was one last addendum to add and it was about Rod and his stunning new young bride. I only had a couple of days left, before jetting home to the uk, and I was already, unfortunately, thinking of all the problems and tribulations waiting for me back home. A last couple of days to finally hone my tan!! I decided to walk along the beach, in the direction of the hotel in which Rod and his bride were staying, just really, to have a chat and say my goodbyes. I thought my hotel was pretty good but I must say… 阅读更多内容

I’d been going to Ibiza for my summer holidays for several years now and just loved the sun, the sea and the sexual freedom that seems to exist on this idyllic island. In the past it had never been a problem cross dressing on an evening. 2009 was no different. I'd been into Ibiza Town on the last three nights, dressed as my alter ego, Suzy and every night I seemed to be getting more brazen and dressing more and more like a whore. The first couple of nights I'd just tested the waters and wore just a simple clothes, like a tee shirt top with a pair of skin tight jeans and heels. By the fourth… 阅读更多内容

Sissies are a distinct breed of transvestites. A sissy is a transvestite who’s primary sexual interest lies not just in wearing feminine clothing, but in becoming an exaggerated version of femininity. Femininity as seen through the lens of traditional hetero male sexual desire. Sissies are not seeking to become women in a normal sense, but are instead seeking to become the object of their desires. Their ultimate fantasy woman if they were normal, rather than being a sissy. Sissies are transvestites who can’t be sated by just throwing on some panties and jerking off. They must strive to becom… 阅读更多内容

My desires were had to explain, not that I would have told anyone anyways. Being so young and wanting the company and pleasure of older men was not something that seemed common, but to me seemed natural. I craved their hands on me and I craved pleasuring them. Even then, I knew men had needs. Even then, I knew I wanted to meet their needs, anyway they needed or wanted me too. Late at night, alone in my bed, I would imagine being with the men I saw in a Playgirl magazine. Their soft cocks looked so beautiful, their balls so big and manly. Every night, I would imagine touching and sucking cock… 阅读更多内容

It was a great summer so far lots of relaxing and lounging around while school was out. I just turned 13 and was officially a teenager. I just started to notice girls but I was a very small and skinny little boy. That did not stop me from exercising and staying fit and even started to lay out in the back yard trying to get a tan. It seemed like whenever I was outside laying out my two next door neighbors would always be out in the yard working. They were a nice older gay couple. They were always helping my parents with things and were loved by everyone around, So when my parents took a long we… 阅读更多内容

I was on a business trip and I was horny for cock so I decided to put on a white, almost see through, button down blouse and a short black skirt. The skirt swirls around me as I walked at just above knee length. I also put on a very sexy light blue floral bra, and slid into a white garterbelt. To these I added my silk black nylons and my 5" black heels. Then I put my sissy cock in a chasity cage, locked it and left the key in my hotel room. I finally slipped on a nice floral matching blue with lace trim panties. I put on some whorish makeup so i would look like a tart sissy slut. I sneaked out… 阅读更多内容

My first night as a transvestite whore in Las Vegas "I then gently rubbed around his rosebud and slowly penetrated, back and forth gently until I was in far enough to feel the prostate. I slowly pressed around it. I then got into a pace of going down hard on the cock with suction while at the same time penetrating to the prostate and massaging." I have always played with women's clothes since my teens. It wasn't until my early twenties when I started playing with guys while dressed, even though I had fantasized about being a sexy gurl for men since my teens. My kink is that I love to… 阅读更多内容

The back screen door slammed shut as Kellie returned home from her evening jog. Her father Al sat in his easy chair behind his newspaper. "That you, honey?" Kellie snorted, "It better be or they'll be trouble!" Rex, her shepherd dog, made klik-klik noises on the linoleum with his nails. The two had been inseparable since he arrived in the house a tiny puppy. "Can you come in the living room for a minute?" "Sure." She walked in lean and lithe, barely five feet tall, tiny breasts held in a sports bra and tank top, tight bottom in running shorts, her chestnut hair tied back in a pony tai… 阅读更多内容

Monique - Birth of a Satin Transvestite Chapter 1 - Start of a Fetish I have had a strange attraction for satin for as long as I remember. when I was about 4 years old I remember being fascinated by the look and feel of one of my baby sister's dresses, which was of course made of satin. My mum (who left home when I was 5) also had a cream coloured faux fur coat with white satin lining and I remember constantly fondling and stroking and loving the feel of the satin against my skin. When my mum left home, she left some of her old clothes behind and I found the coat while rummaging around our s… 阅读更多内容

Tammy left the main room accompanied by Tyrone and 45. Immediately both their hands grabbed hold of her hair and she was dragged into a palatial bathroom. Tyrone's huge hands tore her drab grey dress from her quivering body, leaving her only clad in stained bra and panties. The large black man quickly snapped the hook on Tammy's bra, freeing her amazingly well formed tits. 45 grabbed both her breasts and started squeezing them hard, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and fingers, watching as Tammy's face contorted in pain. Tammy's eyes were wide in horror as Tyrone grabbed her panties, ba… 阅读更多内容

“Tammy! Will you hurry up please, we’re gonna be late”? Tammy reluctantly appeared in the dingy, untidy kitchen of her parents small, broken-down home. It was her 18th birthday and instead of celebrating it, her parents were taking her to some kind of school, that she wasn’t even sure was a school. Not that she would have had friends to celebrate her birthday with. Tammy had been teased badly all through school. Smelly Tammy was the name she had been given. A little of it was true but she just didn’t see the point of ever trying to look anything other than plain. Tammy was very plain. She d… 阅读更多内容

Enslaved In Satin Part 1 Chapter 1 It’s the night before the last day of school before summer vacation begins. I am sure just about every other boy at my school is also having problems getting to sleep tonight. In their case it is out of being excited about summer vacation. In my case my insomnia is caused by a mixed feeling both anticipation and dread. I have been sleeping in my normal bedroom on cotton sheets for just over three months now. I live with my mother. My father left when I was two years old. I have just turned sixteen and know that if I don’t break away fr… 阅读更多内容