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What I dream about
I'm shortly to embark on a trip to amsterdam in the new year and am very excited for one thing in particular, the opportunity to come across a real life shemale! I've been a massive admirer of shemales for a long time now ever since I first saw one. I don't remember exactly how I came across them b... Read full Story
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My Descent
This is the first time I've told my story publicly. I wrote this maybe 3 years ago, and have shared it with one person. I used to cross dress in my hotel room while away on business trips. I'm a fat bald 46 year-old who looks ridiculous dressed up in ladies underwear. When you're obsessed, tho... Read full Story
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A Fairy Tale Part 2
=-=-Chapter Six-=-= I woke up sometime later and I was feeling better, even a little hungry actually, and I wanted a shower and I needed to pee and...I cocked my head as I heard the unmistakable sounds of Mistress Stacy's bed moving. She had a large one, king sized, with old springs or somethi... Read full Story
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Growing up CD Part 2
After we left Max, Peter and I fought over who would get to take the magazine home. We decided to tear out some pages so we could have some each. We agreed to catch up the next day and go to his house as his parent were going away for the week. That night after dinner I told mum (dad had left ... Read full Story
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Secrets
Jon had invited me to spend another weekend at his place with another of his friends. I always find his friends to be interesting so I accepted. Jon had given me a garage door opener and a key to his home after my first visit. He met me as I parked my car in the garage. He was wearing his usual skim... 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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Rebound
My story is nothing new, like most girls who used to be boys I knew from an early age that I was different to all my school friends. My dad was a thug of a man, who enjoyed the physical battle of the rugby pitch as much as the post match booze up, but I took after the mother who died giving birth to... Read full Story