Mike Harris is a part time transvestite who struggles with his compulsion to crossdress. He hung up his wig and high-heels over two years ago but 'The Quickening', his compulsion to dress as a woman, has returned and his alter ego Michele Nylons beckons. This is a semi-autographical story with a message but with plenty of titillation for those who enjoy a little 'under-the-skirt' stimulation
A young husband comes home early from work and discovers his wife having sex with the next door neighbor. Far from being upset, he realizes that he is extremely aroused. He learns that his wife has entered into a submissive relationship with the neighbor and is serving him and now his friends too. He agrees to let the relationship continue until it gets out of hand.
For those of you who wanted answers to the questions posed in the original, "But honey, it was only a dance." If you haven't read the original, I suggest you do before reading this. As always, your comments are welcome.
A road to happiness might have many bends and hills but arriving to the goal is well worth all possible efforts. This is a story about how a young man grows up to a non-wimp husband and struggles for getting a loving wife.
Be forewarned: there isn't a lot of sex in this story. It is one couple's story; how a situation grows out of control, and how cheating and revenge affects them.
A lactating executive assistant secretly cams from her glass-walled cubicle, breasts leaking uncontrollably while viewers command her vibrator and dares. As her boss sips her hidden cream and colleagues hover inches away, every squirt, spray, and near-caught moan pushes her deeper into filthy, trembling submission.
I couldn't believe what my staid middle-aged wife did on our vacation, but considering what I did at the same time, I was in no position, or mood, to make a stink about it. And no one is going to believe where we were when it happened, at least not until I explain.