Zak shuffled somewhat aimlessly along the street on his way home. As he approached the house he looked up and his heart began racing. He could already feel his face getting warmer as blood rushed to his cheeks and he started to blush. Sat on the little step outside her front door, and casually pushing and pulling her pram back and forth, was Sarah the next-door neighbour. He saw her for the first time just over a year ago...

Kelly stood in front of the arched full-length floor mirror, wondering if the dress she wore was perfect for the Rose & Music Festival. The popular outdoor event took place every year in California. There were world-class DJs, entertainers, boozy beverages, and food trucks. Kelly had decided to wear a Persian pink high-slit chiffon maxi dress. The front part of the dress had a cross V-neck and puffy off-the-shoulder sleev...

Funny story. How, you might ask, did it come to be that I was bent over a toilet in the casino’s ladies’ room getting fucked by my ever-loving husband? The answer is uncharacteristically simple—day drinking at a wine festival. It’s not my fault. I would never have found myself in that position without the bad influences of some of you who are reading this. You know who you are. I blame and thank you. We planned for two ni...

I got cleaned up in the bathroom and washed off the vibrator. Secretly, I buried it in my purse as I got dressed; I already told you how that worked out. Jane had cleaned up first. We sat on the sofa with crackers and a bottle of chardonnay until it was time to leave for her train. "So, what's going on in your life? Back to being faithful?" I asked her. "Ha! But I'm getting tired of hotel bar pickups. The sex is not that...

After returning the jeep to the front desk we made it back in time for dinner. I tried bickering with Brandy to keep up with appearances, but neither of us gave a very convincing performance. Afterwards, we walked down to the game center, finding a nerdy-looking kid standing in Lucia’s place. “Oh, well,” Brandy said. “Her loss.” “Yeah.” “What were you going to do anyway, fuck her behind the counter?” “Only if you joined m...

I pressed the intercom just after nine p.m. and within thirty seconds the gate slid back and I drove up the driveway. I knew of course that the camera above the intercom had clearly shown my face and my aunt was expecting me. What it didn’t show was how wet my panties were or the hidden surprises I had in store for her. This would be the first time that the two of us would spend an entire night together as Uncle Frank was...

Lee and I were attending a cousin’s wedding reception at a private country club near Columbus OH. The wedding was somewhat formal, so we were both dressed nicely. Lee was wearing a flowing dress that exposed a bit of cleavage and I was dressed to match with a nice suit. Arriving at the reception we chatted with many of the family members, found our table, and visited the bar. Much to our mutual delight we discovered that...

Like many married crossdressers, I do most of my dressing when either I am traveling for work, or when my wife is traveling with her job. She knows I dress, but isn't thrilled with the prospect since I work for a prominent business member of our small community. She's afraid that if my secret is ever "discovered" it will have consequences for both my job and my employer. I have tried and tried to stop; to resist the urge....

I thought Lucy didn't miss me, but that wasn't true. At least that's what she said when she called me and asked where I had been for so long, and why I hadn't even called or anything. And I was stupid and acted like a woman scorned, and said, "No, you didn't call me. I figured you were too busy with your boyfriend." "Oh," she said, and then after a few seconds of silence, she said, "I'm sorry," and I felt like a jerk, and...

And, like that, it was over. Agatha’s mother was dead. The funeral was over and my wife was home. Kat was avoiding both of us, though for different reasons. On the first night after she came home, Agatha wanted to debrief about her trip. We sat on the couch with a bottle of wine and Kat hid in her room—the room that had so briefly been ours while my wife was away. Agatha told me about her trip, the funeral. She nearly cam...