The sun was just coming up, but the household was busy-busy, centered around Becky, age 38, who had been dressing as a woman for the last two years. His wife, Georgia, age 37, was the first to tend to him, applying makeup, her eyes critical as she ensured he looked as fuckable as possible. The bathroom smelled of expensive cosmetics and Georgia’s morning coffee. Becky sat on the edge of the bathtub, his legs crossed delic...

"No really, they did a wonderful job, although I can see you had some feminine characteristics already," she said. Trying not to be offended I said, "Thanks again." "Let's get started," Emily said. The girls led me to the makeup table in my bedroom. I had seen girls put on makeup before, but I had no clue what most of this stuff was. Sam patiently went through everything from foundation, to false eyelashes, to eye shadow,...

Victoria woke up the next morning to the sound of her alarm buzzing loudly. She stretched her arms and felt the bed next to her was still warm. She looked next to her and saw her husband was sleeping. She smiled. She was happy she got to spend the night with him again. She wondered how he felt about the blowjob she gave him last night. Was he pleased? Did he like it? Did he want more of it? But soon, she snapped out of it...

My name is Joe Pistone and I am a Special Agent with the FBI. I have been with the bureau for ten years and I was expecting a promotion to a senior position. I was about to have my review with the boss and I was getting excited about it. "Please take a seat," Director Smith said to me. I sat down and looked at him with a smile on my face. "I've been reviewing your file and you have been doing a great job," he said. "Thank...

It all began on a fateful afternoon in a quaint café in the heart of Paris. Ms. Theresia Dalrymple, a woman of indomitable will and insatiable desires, sat sipping her tea, her eyes scanning the room with the precision of a hawk seeking its prey. Ms. Dalrymple was a woman who drew the eye of every person she passed, not only because of her striking physical appearance but also due to the palpable aura of power and dominan...

In the soft, sensual glow of the moon at night, we gather in secret, hearts alight. Silky lace and skyscraper heels as we paint our lips and feel the thrill. Crimson silk, a whispered promise, beneath the velvet skies. A yearning gaze, where shadows dance and find rhythm in a lover's eyes. No longer bound by expectation, you rise, erasing doubt or fear. All radiant, floating gracefully and commanding when you're near. My...

All night long, Mary dreamed about starting a new life as a cam slut. She saw the cute clerk she sucked off the day before at the grocery store. She pictured him mounting her, pumping her full of his seed as she recorded it for her fans. She dreamt of the cute guy at the grocery store whom she gave her number to. She pictured meeting up with him, getting on her knees before him, and worshipping his cock as he recorded it...

Mary accomplished a lot in just one hour after returning home from her shopping trip. She put away all the groceries. She cleaned the kitchen. She put dinner for her and Donny into the crock pot. She even managed to load her cum-soaked outfit into the washing machine. With her day’s chores finally complete, Mary decided it was time for her own fun. Lying naked in her bed, the woman watched the video she made with the stor...

PHIL Ugh. Another Tuesday. Or is it Thursday? Honestly, after a few millennia, they all blur together. Especially since I’ve been stuck down here. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the faded, vaguely nautical-themed murals on the walls of this... tomb. They called it a “mall.” More like a mausoleum for consumerism. And in the very bowels of this retail crypt, stuck somewhere between a...

I was just your average guy trying to figure out my place in the world, navigating the world with a perpetual sense of curiosity and an ever-present horniness that seemed to strike at the most unexpected times. My neighbor, Nikita, had become a surprising constant in my mundane life. She was a traveling salesperson with a pretty wild streak, and every time she headed out of town, I found myself agreeing to house-sit for h...

The next day, Emma was in the middle of her lectures when her phone buzzed with a notification. She discreetly glanced at the screen and saw that it was a message from Mrs. Spencer. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly opened it, curious and excited. The message contained several pictures—images of a dirty bathroom floor, a kitchen in need of scrubbing, and a sink filled with dishes. Beneath the images, there was a sho...

Emma, a twenty-year-old college student, was hurrying home after a long day of classes. As she approached her apartment block, the skies darkened, and within moments, the rain began to pour down heavily. She pulled up her hood, but it did little to keep her dry. She was only a few steps away from the entrance when she noticed a woman struggling to make her way through the rain. The woman looked to be in her early forties,...

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, Swirlia Sea Angel tenderly raked her long flowing hair with a hermit crab. She sighed, setting the sweet animal down and thanking him with a nod and a wink. The crab waved his tiny claw and set off. Swirlia watched and sank down into the sand, her shimmering blue tail kicking up small rocks and strands of seaweed. She was considered curvy for a mermaid, her huge tits nearly spilling out of a mus...