The soft sensation of nylon against my skin is almost the perfect form of foreplay. Pulling on the nylon stockings, and smoothing them up my leg, unhurried and luxuriously before a date is always enough to make me wet.
Perhaps itâs a response to my desire for something to
happen, or maybe itâs just a learned response. After all, most times I do go
out dressed in this manner I get what Iâm looking for, so itâs only a matter of
time before my body, hungry for the lecherous and desperate touch of a lover, is
served to my satisfaction. Youâll note that I said âmy satisfactionâ. I point
this out as I do like to play a little game.
Itâs been about five years now that Iâve followed a rather particular dating practice. I usually use one of the more popular apps, Tinder or some such, and there I will select a â now what should I call them â a project. Yes. I select a project. You know if you go to some of the apps you can even find me. Of course, Iâm not going to make that too easy for you, as I really donât want to give away all my secrets.
When Jensen finds he’s been made redundant by the company he’s given twenty years service, he decides to turn to a life of crime. Unfortunately his latest victim has other ideas.
There are stories which we choose not to share, for one reason or another. Perhaps it is related to shame or embarrassment. Or maybe we just hold them so dear, that in sharing them they would become devalued.
A friend of mine recently acquired a rather unusual collection of note books which I feel sure you will be delighted to read. He was an elderly man, I will not give very many details, as I would not wish to identify him in any way.
Wrapped in brown paper, of the sort people used for parcels many years ago, these note books were dusty hand written relics. I can well imagine them being tossed out with the trash when someone moved house, or recycled along with old copies of magazines when clearing out a loft or basement.
My friend explained that they had been among some personal papers found in a house that was being sold. The contents of these papers were at first a mystery, then quite surprising â and ultimately quite shocking.
I am thrilled to release these notes in their original sordid and salacious form. They are available to all my Seahorse members. Be sure to sign up and enjoy these extraordinary documents.
Ivy showed the Metropolitan police inspector to what she called âthe drawing roomâ. It was in fact the living room, but since she and her husband had inherited the place in 1971 theyâd always called it that.
âYour husbandâs family seemed most concerned,â said the inspector as he sat down in a love seat that had seen better days, and less weary lovers.
âOh, donât mind Mildred,â said Ivy, seeing the inspector looking at the sleeping form of a woman in her mid sixties, dozing beneath a brightly colored blanket. A soft snoring sound emanated from the form of the sleeper.
âShe has her good days, and she has her bad days,â continued Ivy. âAlzheimerâs. Can you believe sheâs barely four years my senior?â
The Crossdresserâs Guide To Marital Bliss is a series of episodes taking a hilarious look at how one crossdresser brought his wife to a place of understanding and acceptance. Itâs also instructive and full of good advice to those of us who wish to introduce our dressing to the principal relationship in our life. I hope you enjoy it. Get Part 1 here. Fiona.
Sitting in the garden, just by where Ali had completed a rather unusual example of topiary depicting Cleopatraâs Needle and two of the Elgin Marbles, not to scale, I poured my wife a glass of wine.
âDarling,â I said. âhave you ever had a boyfriend who liked to crossdress?â
âWell, I really donât know,â she replied nonchalantly. âWhat they get up to in their spare time is a mystery to me.â
Itâs going to be a very long weekend. Before I get into the âwhyâ let me first wish you the happiest of Thanksgiving weekends, if you are in the US, and if not, you know my thoughts are with you anyway.
I would also ask you to share this as widely as you dare, as I am trying to build followers. I appreciate your help. Let me adjust my skirt and tell you what this is all about. Being a crossdressing advertising executive does give me something of a unique perspective on things.
Now, the weekend. It all started when I overheard Joe, at the advertising agency, saying very intensely into his phone, âwhen it comes to feminine hygiene products, Iâm your man!â
When Mr. Tusk comes into the social media company heâs just bought, heâs in for a few surprises. A short story by Fiona Dobson, read by Jules Sanderson.
âI told you before,â said Samantha, âYouâre going to wear this lovely hoodie I just got from Amazon. Look, itâs the perfect size!â
âBut I donât want to wear it,â replied Darren.
âYes, you do,â retorted his wife, as she looked for a summer dress in the bedroom closet. A nice pink one might be just the ticket.
âItâs a company function, I canât possibly wear that!â he said in frustration.
Samantha adopted her most patient demeanor, and repeated, âYouâre going to wear it. Think of it like this, you can pretend to be the wife. Youâll like that.â
With that she slipped her jeans off, and started to go through some of the summer dresses in her wardrobe. The heat of the summer was dissipating, but she could still get away with something revealing her perfectly tanned shoulders. She also like the soft materials, and gentle colors.
Trying a slightly different tack she added, âBesides, look how well these colors go with my dress?â
âDarling, it makes me look soft. Itâs not manly,â said Darren. âEveryone is going to be wearing the tee shirts with pictures of cars, or motorcycles. Did you see that thing Steve wore last year? It had the picture of an F22 jet on it. He said something about it being âpower dressingâ.â
âNo self-respecting teenager would wear that, as you well know,â responded his wife. âThink of it as just being your true self. Gurly dressing. After all, thatâs what you like, isnât it? Besides, theyâll just assume youâre striking a blow for trans rights.â
âI donât want to blow anything,â said Darren, an air of dejection in his voice. He knew there was little point arguing with his wife when she had set her mind to something.
Samantha sat on the bed thinking about which summer dress would be best, her full breasts gently rising and falling with her breath. The summer afternoon light caught her beautiful honey colored hair just perfectly and her beauty almost made Darren catch his breath.
At length she said, âThatâs not what you said last night.â
Darren shuddered. He hated it when she brought up things like this outside of their sexual activities.
âDonât say that, darling,â he muttered awkwardly.
âOh, come on. Own it, Darren. You told me you wanted to suck cock, and at the time you were wearing the panties Iâd bought you. Do I really have to remind you?â
âThat was different.,â he replied feeling embarrassed.
âOh? And you seemed quite happy to wear my robe, and those heels,â said Samantha. âNo, missy, youâll wear what youâre told to wear. Besides, you practically begged me for anal last night. Iâm likely to be more forthcoming if you do me the favor of wearing something appropriate. Who knows, perhaps tonight is your lucky night.â
âYouâre going to make me wear this⊠this⊠flaming gay hoodie to a company function?â protested Darren.
âYes, darling,â said Samantha, pulling on a summer dress that complimented the hoodie. âIf you want me to accept your dressing up then I expect you to dress in a nice way. Besides I picked this one out specially. I think itâs very feminine, without being too obvious.â
âLook at those colors! It makes me look like I am some sort of dick hungry whore!â said Darren.
âBut darling, when you were inside me last night, and I told you to say âI need to suck dick!â thatâs precisely what you were. I only want you to dress the part. Is that really so bad?â
Samantha would not be moved, and eventually Darren did pull on the hoodie. It was just the company picnic, after all. No one would be wearing work clothes. All the same, he felt he was taking a terrible risk.
âThere you are!â said Samantha. âNow, if you are really good I may let you be naughty tonight. Iâll even call you Darlene while I take you.â
Darren smiled. He knew that every cloud had a silver lining. And he really liked the hoodie.
As he walked to the car he forced his ass out a little, and swayed his hips. Yes, he had the best wife ever!
Enjoy this story read by Jules Sanderson. The concluding part will be posted tomorrow, on Halloween. You can find more great stories at https://fionadobson.com/the-stories-2/
Enjoy this story read by Jules Sanderson. The concluding part will be posted tomorrow, on Halloween. You can find more great stories at https://fionadobson.com/the-stories-2/
Enjoy this story read by Jules Sanderson. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow with the final part posted on Halloween. You can find more great stories at https://fionadobson.com/the-stories-2/
As Jensen tries to deflect the attentions of a diligent police woman, attention settles where it’s least wanted. Can Mrs. Sinclair help him out of some hot water? You can find all the Jensen episodes HERE.
Note from Fiona…
So, Jules Sandison writes this. It’s a great story. They also insist that I make sure that when it’s posted it has relevant associated advertising. I totally get that! I’m having so much fun researching Hornby train sets on Amazon. I’ve also come across some wonderful videos of train layouts. I hope you appreciate all the things we do here! LOL.FD
The second part of this series finds Jensen slipping deeper into Mrs Sinclair’s intrigue. Jensen’s unusual punishment becomes evident. Ms. Katia Thornwood’s list is available in it’s entirety here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ten-tasks-for-of-37281389