I opened the front door to a very handsome young woman. She seemed familiar, but I just couldn’t place her. Then it struck me! I’d seen her face on Christmas cards! It was my niece, Cherie. Well, not exactly my niece. Cherie was my ex-wife’s niece. I’d known her most of her life. We had…
Please comment below if you like or if you didnt what you would like to have included. This story is fictional. It had been a few years since we stopped doing the annual disney trips each summer. Me and my brother got older and were kind of done with that. But now we all missed…
(Can be read on its own but it is a follow up to the backstory provided in “Daddy’s Desires”) Her hips sway side to side, moving to the beat of the music. The bass beats in my ears as I keep my eyes on her curved ass. Her arms raise slowly into the air as…
It was Christmas time, the time of year that the whole family gathers and you give and receive presents to the ones you love. Although this year I gave and received in a different way, which I never saw coming at the beginning of the day. The usual plan for Christmas is that the family…
I was only about fifteen minutes into my hour and twenty commute when the car died. I had just entered the highway, and struggled for control of the vehicle, trying to get to the shoulder so as not to cause an accident. I managed to pull off out of the traffic without incident. I called…
PREFACE (not in same verb tense as the following story!): My cousin, Gayle grew up in Hawaii ; I really didn’t know her until we went to visit for Christmas one year when I was a teen. This story is what she and I wished had happened so many years ago, it was only many…
“Damn I look good!” That’s what I tell myself every time I get undressed and look into the mirror. My name is Meka. Two years ago it was Michael or as my family called me, Mikey. That’s right, I’m your friendly neighborhood Tranny. Some like to say “Shemale”, “Tranny”, or for the sexy little Asians,”Ladyboys”….
*This story is a complete work of fiction* Sunlight finally roused me from my sleep at one thirty in the afternoon, shining into my room from the single window well above my bed. My “cave,” the loft-sized room I had been renting from my mother for the last year, was almost perfect. I had just…
Even through the headphones blaring music I could hear the uproar between my stepmom and step sister of two years downstairs. Being a seventeen year old guy, one does not generally care about the estrogen fueled shouting matches between a girl who just turned 16 a few days ago and her mother. But since the…