A walk home from school takes two young people on a diversion that will have far reaching consequences. A short story by Jules Sanderson.
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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 Stories Your Mother Never Told You.

Hidden away, but never forgotten there are stories your mother never told you. Stories you’d never have thought possible, but for the fact that a collection of papers have been acquired by Mistress Meg.
Collected and carefully compiled these documents reveal the salacious goings on of women in a small town in the 1950’s. Presented here, purely for educational purposes, Mistress Meg reveals the nature of passions that run unbridled as husbands spend their days working. Brought together lovingly for my Seahorse members, these stories reveal a salacious view of the world from the perspective of girdled and brassiered women for whom the term ‘lady’ has long since been made no longer relevant.
Valerie helps some of the other young women of the small town find meaning in their lives, in their passions and in their bedrooms, never afraid to tease and make fun of her hard working husband.



Join her in these stories of passion that are “The Stories Your Mother Never Told You.“
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The Crossdresser’s Guide To Marital Bliss.
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
Become a Patron!When it comes to feminine hygiene products, I’m your man.

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
Continue reading “When it comes to feminine hygiene products, I’m your man.”The Elephant In The Room.
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.
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The Foreshore Light – A Halloween Story.
Exposed At The Summer Party.

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!
A Living Doll – Part 3 of 3.
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/
A Living Doll – Part 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/
A Living Doll – Part 1.
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/
Jensen And The Lady Of The Manor – Part 5.
Jensen and Mrs. Sinclair are getting in deep.
Get all the Jensen episodes HERE.
Jensen And The Lady Of The Manor – Part 2.
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
You can find the first episode here – https://fionadobson.com/jensen-and-the-lady-of-the-manor/
You can find all the Jensen episodes HERE.
The Travelogue Of Katia Thornwood â Part 1
All work and no play does make a person dull. And in my work, I need to always have an edge, or many, preferably sharp, pointed or at the very least, hard.

So Iâm travelling to South East Asia for research, and of course a little respite. First stop, Cambodia, a little resort just outside of Seam Reap. Then Thailand â that heady mix of dirt, excitement, and mystery that Iâve always found so intoxicating a prospect.
Siem Reap is a harsh Mistress in herself. The heat is hard to explain, inescapable, it invades every pore and the only way to survive it is to surrender to it. My dewy skin breathes in temporary relief as the tuk tuk turns and the mildest hint of a breeze ripples through my cotton shirt, over my bare dĂ©colletage, sensually brushing bare skin and bringing me to life in a way I havenât felt in a long while.
The road is an ordered chaos of interweaving tuk tuks, mopeds and cattle. The smell is a heady mix of boiling refuse and floral fragrance from the vegetation of the fields and forests beyond.
I contemplate being a stranger in a foreign land must be somewhat similar to how my submissives feel at times. At the mercy of many things that are beyond their control, trusting that things will work out because they have to, yet knowing around every turn is something that may just push them completely out of their comfort zone, at best, or completely destroy them, at worse.
Continue reading “”Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 51 is out!

I sat in the ships dark store room space with my head in my hands. The dull throb of the engine filled the air and became the background music of the dark drama playing out before me. Here I was, shunned by Devina, on a cargo vessel moving through the dark night, on a black river headed who knows where.
Kinky Christmas – Mollie Blake.

Davidâââoccasionally known as Dianaâââis preparing for a rather quiet Christmas. The best laid plansâŠ
âSo youâre seriously not going to see your dad this year?â
For a moment David didnât reply. This would be the first year in a long time not to go home to spend Christmas with his dad. The phone call from the old man, telling him he neednât bother because of Covid and the Omicron variant, had been a kick in the teeth. All these years, David endured a festive period suppressing his need to be who he really was because he thought his father needed him. Even last year, amid the UK lockdown, David had to steal his way down South to make sure the man wasnât alone. Now there is no lockdown, yet the words âIâm safer without you,â conveyed his dadâs true feelingâhe would rather be alone at Christmas than have his âqueerâ son spend the holiday with him. The bastard wasnât even concerned about the safety of his only son. Just his bigoted self!
âYes, Iâm serious. Iâll have a happy Christmas for a change. Iâve got whisky, gin, mince pies and chocolate.â He ran his hand over his left breast, the smooth silk of his lilac cami-top teasing him. âAnd Iâll have all the company I need.â

âYouâre kidding, right.â From Lucyâs lips this was more command than question. âMy planâs just been rewritten. Iâm coming over.â
David was about to protest but he didnât get chance to open his mouth.
âAnd I want to spend Christmas with Diana, not know-it-all David.â Her grin bounced down the phone and slapped David on the cheek as only Lucyâs could. âHave you got room in your freezer?â
âWhy?â
âIâm bringing Haagen-dazs â a new duo, Belgian chocolate and vanilla crunch. And you can let Diana know, that will be the only vanilla delight sheâll experience on Christmas day. Iâve got a super-kinky pressie.â
Davidâs hand moved lower. âOk, see you later.â
It was Christmas Eve and David opened the door to Lucy and her purple mane of thick waves falling over her shoulders.
âQuick, let me through before this melts and we have to wait for it to go stiff again.â She fled to Davidâs kitchen but not before passing her free hand over his crotch and laughing.
From her bag she pulled out the ice cream and popped it straight into the freezer. Then she withdrew a turkey crown big enough to feed them for a week! a bottle of prosecco and another gift bag bulging with gifts wrapped in shiny Christmas paper. She turned to David and beamed.
Now it was his turn. âAs this is our first Christmas together, I got you a Christmas Eve gift.â
He dipped his hand into his trouser pocket and handed Lucy a small box wrapped in paper decorated with holly and berries.
Shredding the paper with the excitement of a toddler, Lucy discovered exquisite snowflake earrings carved in sterling silver.
âTheyâre antique,â David said.
âTheyâre beautiful.â Lucy proceeded to replace her bling Christmas tree ones with the snowflakes. âWeâve got a theme going here.â
Davidâs curiosity would have to wait until Christmas day.
âOpen this one first.â It was Christmas morning and Lucy picked the larger present from her gift bag.
They were sitting up in bed, naked after a very âdemandingâ evening.
David held up a cotton vest top, the fabric imprinted with large snowflakes. In lilac, of course. He slipped it over his head. âI need some makeup on,â he exclaimed after peering at his reflection in the dressing table mirror.
âHere, youâll want this.â Lucy handed over another present.
The wrapping paper ripped off, David rolled up a lipstick to reveal a deep purple colour. It would be a new shade for Diana. He licked his lips with an alluring glint in his eye. âLet me see if it suits you.â
He leaned forward and placed his lips over Lucyâs left nipple, leaving a perfect purple âkissâ surrounding her darkened nipple.
With blush and mascara to complete her attire, Diana blew a kiss to her own reflection. âIâll put the turkey in the oven and then you can open your gift.â
âYou knew I had my eye on these in Harvey Nicks!â Lucy declared, stepping into Jimmy Choo 4 inch stilettos which had been way beyond her budget.
Diana watched with admiration tinged with a touch of jealousy â there was no way David could walk on those. But it didnât matter. They would have hidden her Christmas-red toenails anyway.
Delving into the gift bag once more, Lucy pulled out parcels containing Terryâs chocolate orange, a bottle of Drambuie and a candle in the shape of a reindeer â soon to come to a fiery end this evening. One box remained. âThis is to wait until after dinner.â
After preparing the meal to Christmas pop blaring in the background, and eating to Carols from St Paulâs Cathedral, the couple finally retired to the lounge armed with Bollinger and the board game, Risk. Lucy may have been short on stature but she packed a punch and was one tough cookie when it came to world domination, or at least David and Dianaâs.
As evening descended and the bedroom beckoned once more, Lucy handed Diana the final gift. Diana fondled the lilac silicone love ring, her fingers tracing the raised snowflakes on the outer ring. She licked her lips and grabbed Lucyâs hand.
âWait a sec,â Lucy yelled, slipping away into the kitchen to return with the erotically delectable Haagen-dazs. The large tub contained far too much for them to eat, but none of it would go to waste.
This was the best Christmas ever.
Wishing Fiona and all her gurls a wonderful, safe and happy Christmas and a New Year free from fear.
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The Apartment. A Halloween ghost story for crossdressers.
Going back to places in our past can stir up emotions, don’t you think? Perhaps it’s the same for you. Settle down and enjoy this story, as Jeff returns to his old apartment to find more than a few old cobwebs.
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Fiona
- http://FionaDobson.com
I guess he didn’t know what sort of gurl I am.

I cut across the square and walked into the bar after work. I usually only come here at lunchtimes, the fish always being fresh and the salad light. I can come in here, have a quick lunch and be back at my desk within an hour easily.
In the evenings there’s a lot of people in from out of town, there being a large hotel next door. And there’s a fair crop of locals too. It’s quite busy after six. It’s surprising how crowded this lonely city can be when all the commuters go home.
I don’t think I’d seen this one before. Maybe I had but it didn’t matter anyway. It’s not like I go out looking for romance. But he looked interesting. He told me a name, and I just let him freestyle his way into my evening.
He bought me a few drinks, and started to get a little touchy feely. Well, it was ok. The bar was closing soon anyway.
I decided Iâd walk home with him, his place wasnât far from mine, and weâd part and heâd never know how different I am.
But thatâs not quite how it went down. Sometimes it doesnât. Sometimes it just gets more interesting.
We decided stopping at my place for a nightcap might be ok. Why not? He leaned close as I fumbled for my keys, his breath heavy against my cheek. By the time I found my keys he was running his hands inside my jacket searching for my breasts
Continue reading “I guess he didn’t know what sort of gurl I am.”A jailbird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

âThere is no way,â I said to Amanda, my wifeâs awful friend.
âOh, please,â she begged. âJust pretend. I mean, really, you can pull it off.â
âAnd Iâm not âpulling him offâ, either!â I protested.
âLook,â she insisted, âall Iâm asking is that you hang out with us. I promised!â
âYou set him up on a date with some⊠some⊠some floozy, and sheâs now dropped out. And youâre asking me to step in. And letâs face it, your brother isnât exactly a catch. This is going to be the first time heâs visited you since he was in jail. Thatâs not what I think of as a good catch. Besides, Iâm married,â I stammered. âYouâre a friend of my wifeâs. How can you even suggest this!â
Continue reading “A jailbird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”