I cut across the square and walked into the bar after work. I usually only come here at lunchtimes, the fish always being fresh and the salad light. I can come in here, have a quick lunch and be back at my desk within an hour easily.
In the evenings…
I guess he didn’t know what sort of gurl I am.
I cut across the square and walked into the bar after work. I usually only come here at lunchtime, the fish always being fresh and the salad light. …
To call Amelia a voyeur is a little simplistic. Amelia epitomizes downright perversion, and that comes out in many ways, ranging from adorably delightful to quite distasteful.
I hold none of this against her, however. I am very much aware that when she arrives at my rooms smartly dressed —…
To say Amelia is a voyeur is a little simplistic. Amelia is downright perverted, and that comes out in many ways, ranging from the delightful to the distasteful.
I hold none of this against her, however I am very much aware that when she arrives at my rooms dressed smartly…
In the morning I groaned into wakefulness. My body ached from the previous nights exertions. As I came closer to wakefulness I found new pains. It had been a night to remember. If only I could marshal my thoughts.
And as I did remember I began to feel uneasy.
Sounds…
Set me free.
In the morning I groaned into wakefulness. My body ached from the previous nights exertions. As I came closer to wakefulness I found new pains. It had been a night to remember. If only I could marshal my thoughts.
And as I did remember I began to…
How very helpless a full grown man can feel with little Stacey, my assistant, seated on his throat, arms and legs secured and her impish face laughing as he struggles. And my firm grip squeezing his balls in the most firm of grasps.
Stacey does tend to laugh at the…
I had a bad start to life — I was born into good family. I am firmly convinced that those of us who are in the gender fluid and trans space have a major hurdle to get over when it comes to talking to our families. Sometimes the effort of…
I didn’t hear so much as a creak as the door to aunt Larissa’s bedroom swung open. I turned from where I was kneeling looking in her drawers, and there she was, looming over me.
As I glanced up I could see the look of stern rebuke on her face…
I can write about this now, of course, with all that’s happened. At the time I didn’t really think of Alice being so depraved, or sexually confident — depending how you look at it. …
Fiona Dobson
Holding a mirror up to the world, and then applying a rather fetching shade of lipstick. The crossdressing blog you’ll love! http://FionaDobson.com
