Dr Hildegard Fotzenficker had had a hard couple of weeks. “Fucking overagers, fucking Undesirables, fucking escapees – fuck the whole fucking lot of them!” she grumbled to herself, as she sat at her large oak desk in her office at the Princess Asshole Hospice. “To ruin that whole funeral party – and to force me to implement Emergency Measure Number Six – ungrateful fucking fool! He could have gone in the ecstasy of plea...

His text message was brief: pack light and wear the poppy printed dress.  As I sat on the flight next to him, his hand slipped between my brown thighs. I knew that his request for the red floral print sundress was a signal for what he wanted, so when his fingers caressed my wet slit, neither of us was surprised.  My lips parted releasing a silent moan as I widened my legs for him. I turned my face toward the approaching g...

Three weeks had passed since Ashleigh left to go back to school in Illinois, and I was sitting in a meeting for what was essentially a “customer first” group (follow the Supervisor and Cashier stories for more on Ashleigh). This group’s purpose was to think of ideas to help improve the customer experience at the store. In reality, that is not what happened at all as it was more of a smokescreen for corporate directives th...

I awoke in the morning with Jade snuggled up tightly to me. Her leg was draped over my legs and her breasts were resting nicely on my torso. Her head was just underneath mine and as I lay there listening to her slow, peaceful breathing, I wondered what she saw in me. I realised that I was overthinking things and that I should enjoy the fun whilst it lasted. After all, I was more than twice her age and sooner or later, she...

My very naughty fiancée had turned into a very prudish mother, but she was still beautiful and had kept superbly fit. She had long, dark, shiny hair, a porcelain complexion, and red lips. Although naturally athletic, she had worked out a lot, and the slim flat tummy and round arse were all good, but mostly, her big tits always looked and felt fantastic – it was like she had not had children. To my knowledge, she was faith...

“What the fuck, how could you?” Amy was red-faced and furious looking. “She is my friend, I thought you were just training at the gym, I didn’t realize the training included fucking her as well.” I tried to remain calm and not rise to the torrent of verbal abuse that my daughter threw at me for the last five minutes. I had finally plucked up the courage and told her that I was in a relationship with Jade, who was my daugh...

Sheer satin stretched against soft skin, slipping on stiletto heels.Finding balance. Walking tall, spinning free, short silky garments hugging dearly,Finding balance. Feeling pretty, princess sissy, cocktail drinks and party dresses,Finding balance. Makeup, hair, transforming quickly, beautiful girl, dressed so slutty,Finding balance. Fantasies of lingerie, stockings heels, sex and role play,Finding balance. Intimate disc...

By the end of the first week, I had completely transformed into a girl. I no longer wore men's clothing and my daily routine now consisted of showering, shaving and practising my makeup techniques before deciding on what outfit I was going to wear next. I had completely succumbed to feminization and needed to dress slutty in order to feel fulfilled. On this morning I rifled through the wardrobe looking for a sexy outfit,...

My friend Teresa was planning her summer holidays but was beginning to stress about leaving her home unattended for such a long time. She lived with her husband in a large house in the middle of nowhere and the two of them were planning a cruise, which meant the house would be left empty for the next eight weeks. She invited me over for lunch and after the meal, we sat down in the front room for some drinks. She didn't se...

The picture arrived on my phone with her accompanying message: This one? I tapped, made it full screen. Gasped involuntarily. The deep blue off-the-shoulder dress brought out the same colour in her eyes, dark tresses cascading forward into the lens, backlit by the changing room bulb. Hell yes, I typed. You don't think it's too short? Nothing is too short on you. Shoosh, you. Can't upstage the bride. Throwing the tennis ba...