By Jake. Read Part 1 Here.Read Part 2 Here.Read Part 3 Here.Read Part 4 Here.Read Part 5 Here. ***** Part 6: Husband’s Perspective… As I climbed into our car, I was still shell-shocked. I was actually wearing my wife’s panties, shirt, jeans, and shoes to go shopping for more bras. I couldn’t decide where would be the worst place to shop for bras, but my wife seemed to know. Exactly where the one I was in came from. AERIE! This
Read moreBy deepestshames. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. Read Part 3 Here. ***** Part 4… It had been two months since Eva had discovered Andy’s secret and he committed to being pussy free. Two months of jerking off to sissy and gay porn, two months of training his ass pussy with plugs and dildo’s, mostly staying in chastity, hell for the last three weeks she hadn’t let him out to encourage him to get out there and find
Read moreBy deepestshames. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… It had been three days since Andy saw his girlfriend Eva get fucked by another man. Three days that Andy had been in his chastity cage. Three days since Andy had cum. Three long days at work with no sexual relief and nothing to think about but needing to cum. He could barely keep his mind on anything at work. Eva had told him he could cum
Read moreBy deepestshames. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… Andy was at a loss for what to do next. Eva had left for her friend Charlotte’s house, and he was no longer in the mood sexually. He’d downloaded Grindr and started a profile, but he didn’t finish all the setup steps to use it. He wasn’t feeling very hot or sexy or anything. And he was getting tired of having that dildo up his ass pussy. He went ahead and
Read moreBy deepestshames. Andy was a little pussy loser. Thirty-three years old, a shitty job, and a three-and-a-half-inch dick. Andy somehow had a long-term girlfriend, Eva. Andy and Eva had been dating for four years. They had sex once a month, at best. Andy was bad at sex. Eva had never cum from having penetrative sex with Andy and lately would barely cum when he went down on her or fingered her. Eva couldn’t keep living like this. Andy had no
Read moreBy Max Swan. Nick could never understand why coworkers always balked at working nights. Every shift Nick took, he accomplished more in a few hours than he ever did during the day. Nightshift also allowed Nick to indulge in his secret fetish. He would leave the house dressed in the smuttiest female outfits and makeup and his tiny dick locked in the smallest chastity cage available. He enjoyed wandering through the twenty-story office building as ‘Nikki.’ The echoes of Nikki’s
Read moreBy Demderenorwayguy. Read At The Therapist 1 Here. ***** Part 2… She used to be my therapist, but she told me to find a new one so she could be my Mommy. She has a boyfriend who is Big and strong—and more than once. She has left the door open to her room as they were getting frisky—he is huge—I mean my—Um—pee-pee (she yells at me If I call it a penis or cock or dick). Well, anyway, my pee-pee
Read moreBy Jake. Read Part 1 Here.Read Part 2 Here.Read Part 3 Here.Read Part 4 Here. ***** Part 5… Husband’s perspective… “Did you really have to pile on in there? This is hard enough without you trying to hurt me,” I started as soon as the car door closed. “OH, sweetie, I was just teasing you. We’ve got an answer now, and you’ve had such a great attitude about this that I didn’t think it would bother you. But you’re right.
Read moreBy Kink Bug. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… It had been a long day for Whizzie Cupp, an 18-year-old sissy-wannabe. Daxton Foley, the trucker who took him from his hometown of Idyllwild to Los Angeles, had dropped Whizzie off at a small block of apartments on the edge of Compton, saying that he had friends who were willing to let Whizzie stay with them for a little while until Whizzie found his footing in the big city. The
Read moreBy Kink Bug. Whizzie huffed lightly, his breath forming a little puff of steam in the cold night air. He tugged his thin coat around him and shivered, glancing over at the stragglers that dotted the station. He had let down his hair to warm his ears, but the long golden curls weren’t doing a very good job of it. Whizzie regretted not taking a beanie from the house. So far, the first leg of his journey of self-discovery wasn’t
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