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Mistress Jasmine Made Me a Slave
Since long I haven't written a story so maybe I am a little rusty but I hope you enjoy it anyway. There are some autobiographic parts in it but most is fantasy, which part is real and which is fantasy I leave to you. Like any other author I do love comments too, whether they are good or bad. So plea... Read full Story
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Encyclopedia Erotica By The Fan
It was a normal-looking enough place. A small town in California. Looking at it, no one would ever guess it sat on the hellmouth. The Mouth of Hell. A portal to a multitude of dimensions filled with horrors and wonders. Many things came to the Hellmouth, drawn by its power. Vampires. Demons. Mon... Read full Story
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Eden
"Hey Frank, where ya been? I need ta ask ya somethin' man." "I'm on vacation. Talk to Abbey. She's the boss until I get back. Ya better get used to it, because when I retire in a few months, she'll be taking over on a more permanent basis." "Retirement? You're only 29 years ... Read full Story
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Mistress Jasmine made me a slave forever
I should have been honest. I mean I should have known that lies have short legs and now they had caught up with me. The worst was I had not only lost my place in my bed but had also lost my place with my wife. Somebody else occupied these places now. Let me tell you how everything went. More ... Read full Story
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Becoming A She-Males Bitch Part 2
After last nights ordeal I was given something to drink and taken to a bedroom upstairs. What I drank must have had some kind of drug in it because I was knocked out. I bet I was asleep in just a couple of minutes. I barely even remember lying down. When I woke up I was naked, sore as hell and fe... Read full Story
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How I Met Alyssa
I groaned as the sun was shining onto my face. I turned around so I could get some more sleep, but I saw it was 9:22 am and I decided it was time to get up. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom of my little apartment to freshen up a bit. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a 20 year o... Read full Story
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The Tranny Trucker
A gust of freezing wind blasted across my face. I succumbed to worries of frostbite as I walked aimlessly along the side of the highway.\r\n\r\nThe wind of passing trucks nearly knocked me off my feet. This must have been dangerous. It\'s something I should have considered.\r\n\r\nMy parents separat... Read full Story
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Clinton
"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 full Story
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Candy Pink Part 2
Chapter 4 My parents had a letter shortly after from the headmaster Mr. James Allen. I was to head out to CA before the start of winter term to get settled into the dorms and go through orientation. The letter said I should be there no later than December 1st and that they would arrange for me to... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 19
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 full Story
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A Night Out
I was at the bar one Friday night after a long, long week at work. It was one of these weeks where at the end you tell yourself you need a drink. I was still new to this town and haven't been out that much so I went to a bar near where I live in case I decided to drink myself into a stupor. I got th... Read full Story
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Cindy She Thong
Dialogue from Cindy’s point of View: Her name is Cindy and she is a shemale. Cindy is a beautiful woman is every way except one. She does not like the term tranny and prefers being referred to as a shemale. She is truly happy living as a woman. She began taking light doses of hormones at 19 she had... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 6
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... Read full Story