Like many cross-dressers I’ve been sentenced to a life of secrecy.  Over the years I have accumulated a small stash of panties, bras, shorts, slacks, blouses, stockings, and shoes.  I wear them on the too little opportunities where I can sneak away without suspicion, mostly to the trusty adult bookstore.  It is such a thrill to walk around in a semi-public area dressed like a woman and, sometimes, being pursued as a woman...

The red velvet cake sat practically untouched. Three fingers of icing had been scooped from its surface and spread on my erection. I remember the sweetness of us as she swallowed dessert. I also remember warm conversations between the pursuits of shared orgasms. We were adults within the four posters of her bed. It was a three-condom evening and a no-condom morning. Our breakfast was red velvet cake and coffee. She said "...

I silenced my cellphone. My overnight bag held my clothes, my conscience, condoms, and red velvet cake. A Sweet Night with her was my choice. Opportunity opened the door. I stepped in. She wore a rose-colored apron; a gold necklace disappeared between her breasts. Her scent? Heavenly floral. Naked and bountiful underneath, I leaned in to kiss her cheek. She took me on her lips. “Your bag goes in my bedroom. There’s an apr...

I was stunned. I didn’t know who to talk to about the invitation I received. It was from a woman in my office. I wasn’t taking it to HR. I wanted to protect her. Can't talk to anyone. “Hi, Dave, I’m inviting you to a Sweet Night on Friday night. We’ll have dinner and NSA sex. Pack an overnight bag. RSVP preferred but not required.” These things happen to other men. Not ordinary men like me. Opportunity’s knocking. oOo Mrs...

3am. Memories when I least want them. Memories that hurt sweetly. Her sweat. Pearls of salt and rose on my lips. When she called my name instead of God’s as she came. Two heathens taking the holy sacrament. Wanting to die in the moment. The smell of her perfume and hot sand. Nipples for my lips, my tongue, my teeth. Her mouth swollen and wet and absolutely fucking perfect. My cum slipping down her hot throat.  Grey angel...

After that night of passion in the hotel, Natalia and I started to act as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I mean, we had not officially talked about it, we hadn't given the relationship any label, but we behaved like that. We would walk hand in hand, kiss each other all the time, even in public, and, of course, we had sex every day. Of course, as this trip to the Caribbean had academic purposes, whenever we were with...

Back when this event happened, I was in my early twenties and working for a now-defunct company in the north of England.  That the tale came back to mind is the fault, if there is such a thing, of Facebook. A mutual friend, from the same time, told me the lady in the tale had passed. Not a surprise in some ways as she was about ten years older than I was. It’s still a tale worth recalling, even if subsequently, writers of...

You keep teasing me under these stars. You lean in ever so close; I can feel your breath mix with mine, your lips invade the bubble around mine. And then you back away, and I can see the sky, but your eyes are burned into my thoughts, a soft hazel I can just barely make out. You’re the girl of my dreams, and this is the scene of my dreams. I want you to pinch me. I want you to reassure me that all of this is real. I want...

It’s been a while since I wrote because my life has been routine and mundane. I love my life but when it gets boring I get depressed. I’ve been to some decent swingers’ parties, had sex at the hot tub (mentioned in previous entries) and a few one-nighters. In fact, one was in Kansas City but it’s really been just more hookups off websites plus a few others. The one interesting thing was when a co-worker recently found out...

My eyes slowly opened... was it morning? Had I actually slept through the whole night? Whilst my head was trying to sort itself out, I realised my dick was rock hard. My girlfriend was lying behind me, her hands wandering over my legs and boxers. That's what had woken me up.  I stayed as still as possible, not wanting Holly to know I was awake just yet. Her hand slipped under the waistband of my boxers and she grabbed my...

Kurt was just sixteen and had just graduated high school. His grades were fantastic and college was in his future. He had made a deal with his parents and they were now fulfilling their end of it. They were flying him to California to spend two weeks with his relatives. Kurt was not a typical teenager. In an age of long hair and tie-dyes Kurt different. He kept his hair short and dressed like an adult, preferring solid co...