The training islandA fictional story about a young lad that needs retraining. The island training centre. I was a bit of a tearaway lad, often getting up to mischief, just after my coming of age I borrowed my uncles car to go on a joy ride. My uncle saw me driving away and rang the police. I was caught and arrested, however the magistrate decided that rather than a prison sentence I was to be retrained and learn obedience...

Going through the change! It was that time of the year when ghouls, and beasts and things go hump in the night. Yes it’s February and the 14th is fast approaching. I was sat watching some inane rubbish on the television, I heard a knock on my door. I wasn’t really dressed for company. “Good evening kindly soul, I not trying to sell you insurance, insulation or new windows. What I am selling is a small sprig of very lucky...

I had an afternoon off work. I like walking in the local woods. I knew the woods quite well, it was great for twitchers, (bird watchers) there was also a badgers set as well as the odd fox or two. I’d not seen the foxes but I had heard them. Also there was occasionally another kind of things to see, today was one of days. Oh yes the other interest I have is all things feminine. I often wore lingerie under jeans etc. This...

Part two In the spare room I began, I was only wearing the bikini briefs, nothing else. My boobs kept getting splashed with the white emulsion. The ceiling finished next the walls, also white. By the time Lisa came back I had finished two of the walls. She rushed upstairs and stood at the door. “You have done a cracking job, and the local guys are enjoying it.” She gasped. “Your flashing your tits at everyone darling.” Sh...

A erotic fictional story from the future. Did the cloud have an effect on crime numbers. How can I possibly start this story. I’m not who I was. But I’m losing even that memory. I’d better get to writing before all my earlier memories are wiped from my brain. After many years I was now alone, no siblings, no parents. My girlfriend and I had had a big row. She had stormed out slamming the door. My memories of them was fadi...

Vertical dancing to horizontal joggingBillie is my girlfriend. She wears a pretty dress, Her makeup always perfect, Her hair was never in a mess. When we went out dancing, I was an extremely happy chap, Our bodies very close together, I could feel the clasp of her bra strap. I drove her home that evening, Billie was my perfect Miss, Round the corner from her flat, We stopped to have a kiss. She asked me in for coffee, She...

Chapter four Big revelations and new beginnings. We three arrived home first and entered. Fiona brewed a pot of coffee. Mum and Dad arrived shortly after. Perhaps I should write Mum and Faux Mum With the five of us in the sitting room everyone started talking, it was difficult to listen to anyone in particular. Mum raised her voice for us all to stop. “Now one at a time please so the rest of us can listen to what is being...

Chapter three. Fiona and I were fooling around a couple of months later while mum and dad were out doing a weekly shop, and would be gone a couple of hours. Fiona was knelt down on her bed. I was knelt behind her. After giving her pussy a good licking to lubricate it. I entered her as was very close to pumping her full of my cum, when her phone rang. She answered it and shifted her position. As I moved I missed her pussy...

Fully dressed gurls Next day after work I rushed home, eager to discover what treat was in-store for me, for us. My hopes were dashed as I walked in. Mum and Dad were there already home from their work. “There are two meals in the fridge for you and Fiona. We are going out for the evening.” Mum informed me. Dad added, I’ve booked an overnight at a local hotel so I can have a drink, and not drive.” My heart soared, I hope...

Step sister and the dress. “Get in here wimp” was the first thing I heard as I entered the house. I knew it was my step sister. Mum had remarried after dad was killed in a small aircraft crash 8 years ago. Mums new husband had a daughter from his previous marriage. I didn’t know what happened to her. She was never talked about. Her door was opened and laid on her bed was a very pretty dress, it looked like she was trying...

I needed a new outfit, I got into my head, But going to the department store, Could I possibly be read. I coated my entire body, With hair removal cream Waited the 15 minutes, It almost made me scream. I’d washed my hair The night before. And slept in rollers of sponge I wanted to go shopping I needed to take the plunge. I had to shape my eyebrows, Gritted teeth to stop the cries. I’d not applied mascara, Or it would have...

I contacted Amy through an on line web site and we chatted on her mobile several times before we arranged a meeting at a friend of hers house who was also a TV (Belinda) We arrived almost together and Belinda showed us into her bedroom to change. I was already wearing my lacy lingerie so only had to put my wig, heels and dress on. I went through to Belinda who was wearing the shortest mini skirt I had ever seen (on a TV)...

I was visiting a local cottage on my way home from night school. I was sat waiting to see if any one came in when some one did and went into the next cubicle after a lot of rustling; a piece of paper was passed over the wall asking; What I liked. I replied that I liked undies. What about you? Wearing undies. He replied then wrote wearing or just looking. Both. Are you wearing any? I replied. Yes fully dressed would you li...

I’ve always had a liking for feminine lingerie, they turned me on. Looking at them in mail order catalogues. Imagining myself wearing them. Girdles, corsets, both open and closed at the crotch. Although open was best. I always wore my panties (knickers) over the suspender straps. It made it easier to lower them if an opportunity arose for a play. My first ever full orgasm I had I almost passed out. I continued dressing in...

Very friendly neighbours. Part 5. We dressed in the clothes we arrived in, except my holdups and Leona’s girdle were In our handbags. Leona drove us home. “Please come in for coffee. I asked. Inside we sat side by side the coffee on the low table in front of us. I tipped out the Celia’s bag with our stockings and suspender belts, with was two business cards. One was for Celia’s with her mobile number on the back. The othe...