Stilettos Stories

"Ugh"I mutter out loud as I look around the crowded party. How did I ever manage to get myself talked into this? It's not my scene at all. I would much rather be at home doing anything else. I've managed to find myself a somewhat quiet corner where, so far I haven't be forced into a conversation with anyone. I look down at what I'm wearing. Really? This isn't me either. I'm much more of a causal stay at home kind of girl....

After figure drawing we moved onto still life drawing. Sadly I hadn't seen or heard from James or Alana all week. Remembering his hard cock pounding my pussy and her tongue pleasuring my clit made me horny for the next days to come. I didn't wear panties to class in case I needed to slip into the bathroom and take care of myself. I was drawing an old rocking chair, when my phone went off in my pocket. The vibrations ran t...

After I got out of my house, I walked for about 20 minutes to get to this fancy restaurant I made reservations for. It was a long and tiring walk, but I loved cat walking in my sky-high stilettos and hearing the click of my heels with every step. I couldn't pay much attention to what was going on around me as I walked down the streets. I was focused on swaying my hips and crossing my heels with every step, showing the sig...

After two years of hard work, I've finally come as close to being a woman as possible. The hormones and drugs that I've been taking for the past five years have made my body and voice quite feminine. With the help of toning exercises, I now have long slender legs, a soft and juicy ass, very feminine hips and a thin waist. My skin is very soft, smooth, and white thanks to the skin care products that I've been using every d...

Monica sat at the vanity of her hotel room sipping a glass of wine to steady her nerves, she had never called on a male escort before but since her husband's death had been unable to broach intimacy. Now though, her desire for sexual relief had pushed her to call upon the company of an escort. At fifty, she was a young widow, she had never had children hence she had retained her elegant figure. She stood at five foot four...

  God I was glad to be home, a two-hour train nightmare. Every stop from Liverpool Street London on the 6pm slow train to the dreary little Essex village that was the only place I could afford to rent a studio flat. My only consolation was the bag of goodies I brought in my lunchtime and the anticipation that tomorrow was Friday and my big night in with my mysterious blind date. I had been living in my little studio flat...