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She never saw it coming
When I was 19/20 I used to frequent LGBT bars roughly twice every month. Most nights not much would happen but I found myself going to the trans nights more often. Until I eventually had some experience with trans girls. It was mostly fairly soft fun. Me getting oral and occasionally topping th... Read full Story
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Shemale Prostate Orgasmic Bliss!!!!
if she wanted breasts." "Oh no. That's the amazing part. The more I dressed him the more feminine he became. By now I'd moved him her and her clothes into the other bedroom. She wasn't happy with that but we came to an agreement; I'd milk her once a week and she... Read full Story
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The Visit
A visit to a hooker, where I describe my bisexual experiences *** It was a weekday, I had bummed off work and had made my way to Ipswich for a visit to Rona, my favorite hooker. She was a lovely woman in her forties, with a fantastic figure, not slim but not fat and with huge tits. She... Read full Story
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A Certain Perception
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... Read full Story
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FONDANT À LA VANILLE ⚧️ ⚧️
Je vois ma cible assise au bar, en quelque sorte à la limite d'un des groupes de commerciaux. Il prend une bière mais il ne boit pas aussi vite que les autres et il regarde nerveusement autour de lui de temps en temps. J'ai une préférence pour l'homme plus légèrement construit. Il doit être plus ... Read full Story
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Becoming a Sissy Slave
He gave me the choice. He had programmed me for a week and knew which way I would probably choose, but he gave me the choice. I could get out. Or I could continue. It was up to me. On my knees or out the door. It was that easy. Now I had to choose. I guess I should backtrack, first. You ... Read full Story
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Aunt Cindy's Bizarre World
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... Read full Story
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David to Dee
"Dave," she purred, "you know you can tell me anything. Surely you know you can trust me not to judge you by your fantasies." He was squirming under her touch, his eyes tightly shut, trying to avoid telling her his deepest secrets on the one hand, and on the other, hoping beyo... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 8
Moira sat in her booth at the entrance to the subway station and saw people pass by. She sat there every day selling tickets, and although several thousand people passed her during a shift, she could now recognize many of the regulars and she even knew when to expect them. It was now almost 9 o'cloc... Read full Story
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The Conference
It had been a long day at the conference. During my evening meal in the hotel restaurant with some colleagues I noticed a stunning looking woman across the room. We met eyes on several occasions and acknowledged each other with a warm smile. She stood up to leave the restaurant and I was able ... Read full Story