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CD and BBC Gangbang 1
My name is Mike, as a "Gurl" I go by Fiona. I am a gay man, mid thrities, white, 5' 9' 165, reasonably handsome, both in and out of women's clothes. One of the ways I express my sexuality is to dress as a woman and get fucked by other men. Preferably in a humiliati... Read full Story
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Bottom Bitch
Let me set the scene. My name is Mike, as a "Gurl" I go by Fiona. I am a gay man, mid thrities, white, 5' 9' 165, reasonably handsome, both in and out of women's clothes. One of the ways I express my sexuality is to dress as a woman and get fucked by other men. Preferably in a humiliat... Read full Story
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Darla's Diary: Slutfest 1993
Vacation Day One At last!! Another fantastic two weeks of freedom...the freedom to do as I pleased and dress as I pleased because it was my VACATION TIME!!! This year was better than other years because it was the first time my wife and I had two weeks vacation each. Just like she does every othe... 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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Family Frolic
FRIDAY My sister and her husband wanted to take a few weeks off in the sun and asked me to look after their kids for a while. I'd move out of my tiny apartment and into their house for the duration. As I was still living off my severance and they had a nice spread with an indoor pool and a h... Read full Story
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Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole
Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole By Sabrina G. Langton *** Author's Note: Hi, just a quick little story to make us all wet and squishy. Three mature crosssdressers have a little more excitement than they are used to after lunch. I hope YOU like it... *** The Boynton Tavern So w... Read full Story
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Interstate Reas Area Whore
Driving down the interstate the sign said Rest Area one mile. My heart skipped a beat and there was slight stiffing of my male meat in anticipation of events to unfold. This interstate rest area was always packed full of eighteen wheelers as many as forty. Surely one or two of these truck drivers wo... 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
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From Mob to Shemale
Two years ago, I was a member of the Ciccio family in Chicago. I wasn't very high up in the organization, because I wasn't Italian. I had made my way up through the ranks, however, and was making a pretty good living. I had everything I wanted, got all the girls I wanted, and did just about ... Read full Story
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My real story
I couldn't believe it. Here I was in bed with an older man – and one that I most wanted as he lay there sated by my ministrations to him. It had all started two weeks earlier when I had posted an ad on Craigslist. Up until this particular posting I had always been pretty bland..."Willi... Read full Story