There is a graphic sexual scene it this part of the story.

She had around two hours before Simon came back. She thought she could spare and hour for a little play with her toys.

A Thing of Beauty
By Maryanne Peters
A Sequel to "Beauty Boy": https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/87856/beauty-boy

I sometimes think I am just a thing to him. A thing of Beauty.

I know what beauty is. It is my trade after all. I was a boy then, looking for a trade that did not require me to sweat or get dirty, and preferably involved in surrounding myself with beautiful things. Why should that be restricted to women? They do not have a monopoly on beauty.

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An Unexpected Turn of Events

To prevent confusion, I’m referring to Mark as Mel, and using female pronouns.

After they had sex. Mel went to brush her teeth. She looked down and saw she was hard again. It had turned her on? She just supposed it was the soft silk underwear.

“Come back to bed Mel. I want to cuddle.”

The Questing Beast

by Erisian

All who have ears to hear know the tales of the great King Arthur and his knights, their stories filling hearts with enchantments and glamours while leading many to again hope for the return of justice and the true faith of men.

But few know the story of Sir Leif and the Questing Beast, of how he met his end and also his beginning.

His tale starts not with his childhood as the only surviving child of his father and mother’s lineage, training diligently every dawn until sunset in the ways of knighthood as befit the son of a duke who had bravely died in service to his king. Nor does it commence with his many victories at Arthur’s side - though his sword was indeed mighty, for countless foes fell to its sharp blade as wielded by an arm stouter than oak.

It begins instead around a campfire.

Lolita Revisited
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I never thought that this kind of thing happened for real, but there are strange people out there.

I suppose my mother was strange too. She always had a hankering to see me dressed as a girl. She told me that she did it when I was a baby, dressing me in pink just because she liked to hear people say: “What a pretty little girl”. Any chance to put me in a dress for Halloween or fancy dress she always said: “Go as a princess. Let me get you the outfit.”

Writers Block; unlocked by a cock?

Can you authoritatively write about things that you haven’t experienced?

I write internet LGBTQ porn and Jenny always leaves comments about my stories and I always reply. We became pen pals several years ago. Jenny lives in Florida and I live on the West Coast; being 3,000 miles apart created a sense of security due to anonymity and distance. Jenny retired at age 30 due to a very large inheritance and substantial monthly royalty checks; he is a very well kept woman.

I hadn’t been home for a very long time. Actually, I hadn’t been home since I went away to college more than ten years ago. My parents and siblings preferred to come to the big city, New York, instead to see me. Much more exciting than our little town. The town could have been the model for a Hallmark movie. Everyone knows everybody and all that. The church socials, the Christmas market. Well, you get the picture(s).

Since I was going to move to Paris (France, not Texas) I finally decided to go back once before I moved. Of course, my family would love to visit Paris with the excuse of visiting me, so we’d still see each other but it was Christmas and all that… Also, I have to admit that part of the reason I went back was so that I could brag about my new position as the manager of our Paris office. Quite a career move for a young woman, especially one born as a boy.

Coleman's Steakhouse was a small little restaurant that was located at the far end of Main Street. Beside it one would find Benton Laundromat and across from it one would find Benton Auto Glass Works. Many people in town considered it a hidden treasure, unlike the newest steakhouse in town, The Cow Pen Jr. Located out on the highway this one was located in the heart of Benton. Many in town considered The Cow Pen Jr. a place for tourists to go too.

The first time I went from being Lucas and asked to be a flower girl!

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Living Next Door to Alex – Part 2
By Julie D Cole

Soundtrack of a broken heart...

The Offer - A crossdresser is offered the answer to all his problems

This is the whole story. I have edited out all the mistakes I could find and
finally written the last chapter. It does have sex scenes in it.

All of Frances’ theatre group, technicians as well as players, were agreed they should put on a production of her play as their next project when they’d finished putting on the ever popular ‘The Song of Solomon’ and after they’d had a few weeks rest. Helen the senior sound technician had said, “After all that blatant eroticism, the darkness of your work will be a challenging but interesting contrast, Frances. Angela will actually have to do some work next time.”

The last caused considerable laughter because Angela was the female wardrobe mistress, and most of the women and girls had been on stage for most of each performance at best scantily glad and more often wearing just stage make up.

St. Valentine's Day is supposed to be one of the most romantic holidays in the year. Its a day set aside to celebrate love in all its forms. It's also one of the most depressing days of the year. Before I became Jamie, St. Valentine's Day was just another day. Another day in the three hundred sixty five days that make up a year. But when I became Jamie, the day took on a whole new meaning for me.

Uplifting Five

We arrived at our destination and Steve let us out at the kerb. He said he would wait for a message and would need about twenty minutes lead time. We walked in to the most girly place I have ever seen, the pink almost made your eyes water.

The three girls were obviously well known there and we were all waved through the doors and into the lobby.

I whispered to Margo that I now needed to use the toilet so she said “Bog bonding time” to the others and we trooped into the toilets.

I thought long and hard as to whether to go to the funeral before deciding that paying my respects to one of my oldest friends was more important than my pride and possible hurt feelings. If there were any nasty repercussions then it would be something that I would just have to deal with as it happened.

Monday, January 31, 2022, 12:00 p.m.

Living Next Door to Alex
By Julie D Cole

I vividly recall that grey autumn morning. How could I ever forget it? I’d decided to stay in bed daydreaming and thinking of what I could do to change my mundane life. The house was empty since mum and dad were away for the weekend so I could stay in bed all day if I felt like it.

Suddenly I jumped. I was disturbed by a message on my mobile phone so naturally I picked it up to see who might be interrupting my Saturday lie in. It was Sally my long-time friend from our schooldays who kept a frequent contact with me and was always trying to coax me to socialise together. What excuse could I give her today since she knew I was at home alone.

Uplifting Three

The models had been away for most of the time I had lived next door. It was easy to hear when they arrived home Friday evening after being away on a photo shoot as even the soundproofing was not good enough to muffle the giggling as they got out of the lift.

When things were quiet I opened the door and took a deep breath of their scent. I was just filling the kettle when there was knock on my door. When I opened it I was almost bowled over by a concerted rush of femininity that came in.