Jane knew she had made a mistake as soon as she got home when she picked up the pile of her clean underwear from the ironing board in the utility room. Her panties, bras, slips and suspender belts were all there except one, her new red panties. They had...
Kris took advantage of finding himself alone in Marcel and Lucy’s flat when they went out shopping to have a peek in her knicker drawer. She had an expensive taste in underwear by the look of it. In amongst the variety of multi-coloured panties and thongs...
Kris and Marcel were left home alone after their respective girlfriends had gone off on a hen weekend together. They soon started enjoying themselves, getting high and playing video games. After a few more beers, the talk turned to sex. They were both pre...
Our texts during the week developed into something more promising. Instead of just being a build-up to another pretty much sex-only date, Jennifer had decided on us having an evening out with some of her friends. Wonderful, I thought, we have progressed,...
I know it sounds lame but my roommate of the time, Ella, had wanted to join the Western re-enactment society because she wanted to dress up and play the role of a saloon girl in the hope of getting closer to Jack Hargreaves. Tall and muscular with chisell...
It wasn't an average week, more emotionally varied than normal. Sometimes I thought of myself as abnormal, "I'm a girl, girls go with boys and I've been with a few of them in my past." How did this ever happen? Other times I thought about: Why did it happ...
Before we reached Jennifer's bedroom, she stopped. "No, I've had a change of mind," she said, steering me in a different direction. "We're going to the Loo," She giggled ushering me into a small independent toilet, separate from the main bathroom. "Let's...
I had to go to London to sign some documents; Dec’s wanted me to drive but I thought it would be better to go by train. I arrived at Victoria but needed a tube to patch me through to Upminster. The tube train was packed full of hot commuters crammed in l...
The rain tore from the sky, fat droplets hammering the driveway and bouncing almost to my knees as I rapped on my neighbour's front door. Royal blue, I noted, like those short, summer dresses she favours. Like the polka dot number that barely reached her...
My name is Phillipe Andre, and I am thirty-five years old. I am staying at my father's villa in the South of France. I am single and work as a writer for a publicist in London. My mother died of cancer ten years ago, and it took my father a while to get i...
Back at Lucy’s room, Dan put down the dainty bags of lingerie and girly clothes that she had bought for him. He had been totally and magically transformed into a girl for nearly a whole day now, and every moment was a thrill. He was ultra-conscious of his...
There’s no denying it, I fancy Leanne and I have done the whole time that I’ve know her. We’re old school friends that have reconnected thanks to Instagram. She’d been posting to her ‘story’ and I’d sent the odd reply to her in the hopes of striking up so...
OK, Dani, take off my knickers, choose a fresh pair from the drawer, and let’s get you dressed,” said Lucy. Dan sat up in bed. He was wearing a tight-fitting white bra and Lucy’s knickers - the ones he had pulled down Lucy’s legs before he had plunged his...
Dan often felt uneasy. He would nod and smile and try to get along with the lads, but they just weren’t his scene. Not really. He always felt more comfortable around girls. Girls were smarter, more fun to go out with, and they looked so much better too. S...
