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The Chronicles of Drodge Mallea
Drodge awoke feeling fuzzy headed and stiff. Actually, "awoke" wasn't quite right -- "came to was more like it. She sat up in the lavishly furnished boudoir, stretching her athletic 6-foot frame as she did. Running a hand though her short, thick copper locks, she slipped out of the... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 7
As Debbie was led into Dr. Jacobsen's office, she saw that Mistress was already there waiting for her. "Your property Miss Chamberlain", the doctor proclaimed, indicating Debbie. Debbie's heart began to flutter with love and submissive fantasies as she saw Mistress. Mistress was dressed in... Read full Story
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Eve Quest
Chapter 1 My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,... Read full Story
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The Bitch Bites Back
Pamela stood huddled in the dark doorway, halfway down the back alley. It was cold and a light drizzle had settled in, the sheets of fine rain just discernible in the dull light of the single working lamp halfway down the alley. Pamela was in her mid forties and fighting a losing battle against t... Read full Story
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Kimberly Wilder: An Assessment Part 2
In my survey of well over 250 of Kimberly Wilder's wild femdom drawings, in which wayward young shemales, rather than females, are the subjects of the dominant women (and, sometimes, transwomen) who appear in her fabulous art, I find that the sexual acts, which are usually performed on the part of t... Read full Story
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Looking-Glass Ladyboy
I was taking a walk to stay--all right; I'll admit it--to get in shape, when I saw the "Going Out of Business" sign in the second-hand furniture store a block north of my condo. I wasn't in the market for anything, new or used, but I can't resist a bargain, and what was better for finding ... Read full Story
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Biological...Father?
I stood on the stoop outside of a small white house with red shutters about a thousand miles from home. The house was in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs. There were rows of identical houses next to it with similar small patches of lawns and plain black mailboxes. All of the houses appeared to be ... Read full Story