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The Greatest Lie Part 14
For me, my hometown, L.A., is not the sexy, sweaty night clubs of West Hollywood nor the porn scene of the North Valley. Though I feel more at home there, that side of L.A. is not my home but rather the world into which my transsexual destiny exiled me. Home is the leafy, moneyed boulevards and s... Read full Story
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Nylon teasers
They came into the video store where I worked as a clerk. Almost every day. Teasers. Both of them. What made it both great and terrible for me was that it fed my deepest fetish -- stockings -- as it denied me any fulfillment other than frequent and frantic "self-gratification."... Read full Story
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Lakeside Awakening
If anyone had told the way I'd meet my soul mate a few years ago, I never would have believed it. It was my senior year of high school and I had recently gotten out of yet another bad relationship with a girl. Lina had been a pretty, chubby blonde with a nice personality but a nasty temper. We ... Read full Story
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The Terrace View Apartments Part 7
My new life had settled into a wonderful routine. I would wake very early in the morning, usually still wrapped securely in Mistress Kendra’s arms. I would spend an hour or so working on my figure maintenance exercises, enjoy a cleansing enema, a refreshing bath and body shave, then I would la... Read full Story
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Just One of Those Days
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Amanda, though I sometimes use the shortened version Mandy. I am thirty-three but my sexual awakening didn't really occur until I had turned thirty. Previously I had been a generally shy and quiet girl with a steady and normal relationship. ... Read full Story
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Aunt trip
In 2013, after almost three years of service in Afghanistan, George Madsen, a gay Royal Navy communications petty officer, retired. His experience in the distant deserts had left an indelible mark, the memories of friends lost and challenges faced still burned vividly in his mind. Coming home was n... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 7
The horrible memory of my crackhouse ordeal faded much as the lurid surgical site on my abdomen faded to a faint pink smile at my bikini line. I went off the AIDS cocktail after one awful month of constant nausea, and was pronounced antibody-free. My surgeons pronounced me healed and recovered. Natu... Read full Story