Dark Master (33)
“Oh! Fuck me, Master! FUCK ME! I can’t believe I wanted to start up a task force to bring you down. How could any man ever hope to challenge a god like you?”
Just a little longer
“Something is wrong, Amy. I should have changed back by now,” said John huskily, as Amy continued to rub her hands across his supple body.
The Sanskrit Spellbook: Pt VI
Adam barely required any convincing this time to help me finish this. Just a few moments of me slowly grinding my ass over his dick, which was fast returning to form for the fourth time that night. Without any warning, he grabbed my hips and thrust into me.
The Sanskrit Spellbook: Pt V
As I felt the afterglow of my orgasm fade, I started to come back to my senses. If I wanted the spell to work, I had to keep up the momentum. Plus, this body wasn’t giving any arguments against a little more play.
Three Generations of Beauty
My mother (middle) had always wanted a daughter. She would constantly go on about how great it would be to be a third generation of blonde beauties. The first generation being my Grandmother (left). She had a few serious conversations with Dad about making it happen. This made Dad furious and he walked out on the family.
I didn’t want to be a girl. No way. I was a boy. However with Dad absent Mom had the opportunity. She dragged me into the TG Clinic to become her daughter. I came out as a young healthy blonde (right). Mom and Grandma were wrapped with the results. They had a beautiful young girl to carry on the tradition. I hated my new body. Being a girl wasn’t easy. However, soon I loved. There a few things better than feeling a part of and included in the family. I am the envy of many. I can now sit however I please due to my lack of genitals, however, we must keep it lady like of course.
I feel bad for fighting the change because really it is the best thing to ever happen to me.
A good boyfriend
John looked up at his friend Rick’s face with pleading eyes, begging him not to ejaculate. Both of them knew that if he came in John’s mouth the change would be permanent.
A New Life? : First Day on the Job
As jobs go, its not too bad being some rich bastards PA. You send emails, get decent break hours and tend to get much better pay then the drones out in the main office. That you are obviously eye-candy is a given, though whoever your direct boss is tends to act friendly, turn up to christmas parties with you, mainly to either get in your pants and/or pretend to just be one of the masses. Regardless the fact that you do a good job at the end of the day when working for someone trying to get on your good side tends to mean raises. And yes, this is what women talk about in the bathroom. I’ve never been so terrified in my life.
A near miss
John jumped a little as he felt the warm cum splatter against his back.
Have a Bit of Class! (Request for Roaster)
“Phillip!” A shrill voice sounded, breaking Phillip from his daydream. He hated Mrs Greysons class. She was a stuck up bitch and always called him out for doing even the tiniest thing wrong. He also hated having to sit the class with some of the prettiest but bitchiest girls in the school. They giggled and gossiped away while Mrs Greyson let them get off free as she shouted at the boys in the class. “Sorry Mrs Greyson” He apologised to the sound of giggling from the girls and jeering from the guys, happy that it wasn’t them in her sights for this class. “Phillip, if you can’t keep your pathetic mind focused then you can sit outside, you horrid boy” She scolded turning around to resume scrawling on the board. Chelsea, one of the pretty blonde girls beside him, leaned over, smiling and whispered “Yeah, you Horrid boy! we’re trying to learn!” “Oh fuck off, Chelsea, you bitch. You have it easy because youre a girl!” Phillip whispered back angrily, shocking Chelsea that anyone would dare talk back to her. Her expression turned to anger as she reached into her handbag, pulling out and small notebook and hastily scrawling away. Phillip, content that he had shut her up, went back to looking at the board, hoping Mrs Greyson wouldn’t embarrass him in front of the whole class again.
Day-Dreaming (Request)
Sammy stirred the soup, somewhat excited, yet apprehensive. It was her boyfriend Rich’s birthday and she was unsure what to get him, he wasn’t the kind of guy to just give out hints. Earlier that day she had ventured downtown perusing market stalls, small shops and vendors to find something he would like. She had spotted a small jar of a sparkling deep purple, and purchased it from the wrinkled but lovely old lady with the description “It will help your dreams become more real”. Sammy knew her BF had some pretty enjoyable dreams, because she could hear him, right beside her, most nights. “Surely he would love this if it makes them better and more intense!” She thought. “Who knows, if it’s that good I might try some…” She popped the cap and took a big pinch of the radiant, sparkling purple powder, it’s shimmer like staring into the universe, and sprinkled it into his bowl of soup, stirring and slipping the little jar back into her jeans pocket.