Elizabeth is forced to find her true self. Her husband Roderick is in for a surprise. Her Mistress will mold her into the perfect trophy wife. Fetishes raining free, piercings, tattoos, leather, latex, bdsm, makeover, transformation, cosmetic surgery. Bimbofication trying to find realism. It's a long story building slowly. Many chapters to come and already set up and written, with your input they can become better. Enjoy the ride..
I remember the country song about the perfect country song. "I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison..." I thought, what would be the perfect erotic romance? It has to have everything, at least a little. So... Here goes!
Zoe loves to run. She is out running when confronted by a large rabid dog. "The Man" saves her and kills the dog. Then he howls like a wolf. Zoe is intrigued, but can also smell the fresh blood from the creature and is ready to rip hot blood filled meat from the kill when stopped by "the man". Follow Zoe as Gus feeds her buffalo meat and romances her through several situations, along with Tiger, his telepathic cat.
A man notices that another male passenger on his commuter train appears to be wearing nylon stockings under his trousers. The man becomes curious and fascinated as to why this would be so. This simple glimpse of nylon stocking changes two lives forever.
A Married couple's active BDSM lifestyle eventually escalates to the point they decide to live it 24/7. They told their family and tone things down somewhat in the living areas of the house. The wife is now naked 24/7 at home and trained domestically. This is a "Fan Fiction" continuation of "The Dream" by Mike McGifford a few months after that story concludes.
Erin is about to discover that her mom has been living next door for the last six months as a sex slave. This is a lengthy tale in the style of a classic by Vulgus. Originally written by Mike McGifford. I have his permission to edit and complete the story.
Hi. I'm Francie. Some call me a sissy. Some call me a trans girl. Some call me trash. Depends on your life's vectors, I guess. My name was 'Franklin Charles Cooper'. Now it's 'Frances Charlotte'. I hope I won't be a Cooper very long. My mom helped me through transition. She's not with us now. My father killed her. Yeah, I know. My life is somewhat screwed up. My neighbor is a 35-year-old geek, and he's the nicest, smartest man I've ever met. I'm in love with a nerd.
So why do some men prefer transvestites? Well; let me sum it up for you in the following article. If you are in any way homophobic, or not tolerant of transgender themes, now is the time for you to hit the return key or close your browser on this page (or maybe read on and send me a really nasty email full of hate and vitriol; I like those!). But if you are truly inquisitive about us "special ladies"; read on!