We sat at the table. I had made the effort to cook a small three-course French-inspired dinner. I was in love, but Lola’s mind seemed elsewhere. - How nice… She was chewing absent-mindedly. - I have to ask you something. - Shoot baby. Ask away! Lola looked deep into my eyes: - Could you ima... read more
original= manual-sissificar-a-tu-novio-4979 Used google translate, found some pronoun/object/context issues, and I believe ladybug = ladyboy Sissify Your Boyfriend Manual MANUAL FOR WIFE/GIRLFRIEND TO SISSIFY YOUR MAN, DISCOVER HIS SUBMISSIVE SIDE AND TURN HIM INTO ?HORNAND? AN... read more
The lights of the city obscured the supposedly brilliant starlight in the night sky, leaving only dim and scattered scattered stars adorning the gloomy night sky half-covered by dark clouds, and the crescent-like crescent moon guarding it in the distance makes the night seem less empty Lonely. Mayb... read more
"Let's get this over with," Buffy suggested. "The sooner we start, the sooner I kick your demon ass." Baphomet smiled. "You will fuck the witch," he said, "while I fuck you." Buffy shook her head. "Willow's my best friend. I can't-" "Th... read more
Androgyne, futari, girly man, he-she, intersexed, hermaphrodite, kathoey, ladyboy, newhalf, shemale, tranny, transgender, transsexual-there are lots of names for chicks with dicks-maybe too many. As whenever such a case presents itself, it is helpful-no, mandatory-that one define one's terms. As use... read more
The writer of shemale erotic fiction is doubly blessed-and doubly cursed-because he or she has to describe the best of both worlds: both female faces, breasts, legs, buttocks, and anus and penis, testicles, and scrotum. Although, overall, his or her protagonist must be not only feminine but, usu... read more
Charlie's cock was as perfect as if it had been sculpted by a consummate artist. The rigid column of flesh rose from the dense thicket of his pubic hair and, lined with blue veins and topped by a once-pink gumdrop-glans that had ripened to a deep purple, looked as inviting as an exotic fruit. The eg... read more
The booked me as Alex Rios and handed me an orange jump suit and slip-on boots. I changed in a tiny curtained alcove and relinquished my clothes, shoes and purse, and became Inmate 265743. The booking clerk ignored my pleading eyes, so I begged. "You can't put me into a male population. I... read more
Hi: My name is Bobbie. Would you like me to tell you how I became a Penitentiary Pussy-Butt-Boy? Well, it all started with a robbery gone wrong. I wasn’t even in the bank when the guard got shot and I still got almost as much time as the others. So, not long after the trial I was sent to the sta... read more
is fiction It is strange where one’s desires can lead one. Take me as an example. Always entirely enamored of, infatuated with and completely submissive to all things feminine, a true devotee of Female Supremacy, my lifelong fantasy has always, since before I can remember, been to find a ... read more
The demons found exits in the walls or floor, vanishing between chinks of stone or through hidden grates or into holes they'd dug for themselves over the long centuries of their residence-or imprisonment-in Baphomet's palace. Only one remained. "My former consort, Baubo," Baphomet intro... read more
The Slayer looked at the witch's ass. It was beautiful, she thought. Round and smooth and creamy white, each buttock seemed a half moon. Willow's impaled anus showed within the deep cleavage between the silken globes, its rim riding the stiff cylinder of Buffy's cock as she plunged it into the witch... read more
Jenna and I have been friends for nearly 15 years. We dated ever so briefly about 12 years ago, but nothing more than kissing and heavy petting occurred before she decided it wasn't going to work out. At the time I was heart-broken, but looking back now, I realize she was correct that we weren't rig... read more
The theme of a story is its moral, its message, its meaning. Today, the story's theme is rarely, if ever, explicitly stated. Instead, the writer leaves it to the reader to figure out the meaning of the story for him- or herself. The theme, in other words, is suggested by the story as a whole, especi... read more
It is an arrogant presumption to think of oneself as the creator of another human being, as readers learn from Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein, if not from the myth of Pygmalion. If that other person is a woman, her creation by a man is sexist and chauvinistic as well as presumptuous. The students... read more
"Wow! What got into you?" "I don't know, I just decided to finally loosen up and go with my desires," she explained. "Did you enjoy it?" "Are you nuts? I LOVED every second of it!" I exclaimed. Figuring the alcohol played a very large role in her sudd... read more
"How many inches?" she asked. "Twelve," he said. "Really?" "Really." "If you're lying, you're just wasting your time." And mine, she thought. "I'm not." "Okay, then. It's a date." Tiffany hoped the jerk was te... read more
Four years ago as a 14 year old the girl trapped inside my body was screaming to be released from her prison. I had showed up at school on the first day of my freshman year wearing a dress from my sister's closet. I've never worn boys clothing since. Carrie became my new persona replacing Todd. P... read more
That feeling was back again, I could feel it sweeping across me, engulfing and flooding all of my mind body and soul. It wasn't like last time, that was curiosity, this was something more, something deeper, more profound and tantalizing. My heart thundered, body quaked, for a moment I resisted the u... read more
I looked up and saw the low slung scrotum swaying above my eyes, the long, thick, curved shaft pointing upward just in front of it. I heard a quiet tearing sound,"schshhhtt," looked further up and saw Tanya opening another one of her black foil Magnum condom wrappers. She placed the large,... read more
