1/26/2009

Princess Cindyrella

You don't say no to the Queen. Not if you are British nobility. It just isn't done.

Charles hadn't much to lose anyway, not since his father married that horrible woman, his stepmother, the new Countess of Qoch-upon-Slitteh. 

Misarella was her name, an Italian TV star totally obsessed with  celebrities and royalty, absolutely committed  to one and only one task: To get one of her daughters married to the next Crown Prince.

Isabella and Maria were like their mother, beautiful, cunning and totally ruthless. Charles had been grounded for three months now -- for reading the New Scientist -- and his father didn't even dare to protest.

The Queen knew her son, and feared that he would fall for one of the two gold diggers, so when the royal ball came up she sent Lady Smythe-fforbes  to Charles with her "request". 

She was Charles' godmother, descended from fairy stock from Wales, and one of the most powerful witches in the United Kingdom. She turned Charles's bike into a limo and his suit into a beautiful dress.  

Before he had the chance to protest, two tantalizing globes of flesh had appeared on his chest. Blond hair cascaded down his shoulders and a soft slit had replaced his pride and joy.  Not that he dared to check.

There were no noisy squirrels and tailoring birds, though. Thank God for small favors!

The problem was, it was kind of fun. Charles was a timid kind of guy, and now he suddenly found himself the sexy centre of attention. 

The Prince noticed "Cindy" immediately. No wonder, really, as she was modeled on the basis of his secret sexual fantasies.  The prince didn't even look at Isabelle and Maria. Since then Cindy and the Prince had been together every single day.

So, here he was, resting after one week of wedding preparations in the garden of the prince's secret hide-out. 

The future queen of the United Kingdom, Australia and Canada grabbed her tits and laughed: "Well, I can always close my eyes and think of England!" 


Images from Super Sexstars.

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1/24/2009

Super Bitch

All he had wanted was some inexpensive quality time. He had driven down to Long Street to see if he could find a sweet girl willing to brighten his night, and had found this little black thing with that sexy sulky look he was hoping for.

All right, his remarks about Obama had been out of order, but didn't this girl have any sense of humor?

She had spit at him.

"I have been waiting for you!" she said. "I have been waiting for a guy with so little respect for the common girl that I would feel no remorse for doing this to you."

Then she took out a piece of paper and started reading a text in some strange language. The next thing he knew, he was looking up in his own face.

"I know this is hard to grasp, Brian, but the basics are very simple. I have taken your body, your life, your money and your wife, using an amazingly simple body-swap spell.

"But I am not a cruel woman, Brian, regardless of what you may think. In return you get my, sexy, little body as well as my pimp and my corner down here at Long Street."

Brian stuttered with anger and fear: "You, you, you cannot just leave me here like this! I'll do anything you want! I'll pay you anything!"

"Oh honey, I have all your credit cards and all your money. What could you possible give me that I would want?

"Ah well, I guess sex would be an option, but I don't feel much like sleeping with myself, now that I have a wife waiting for me back home. Bye, darling, and take care!"

She was gone. A few minutes later a limo stopped beside him. A huge man looked out of the window, all tattoos, gold chains and diamond studded teeth: "Hey Brenda! Do you have my money ready?"

He looked into his purse and found nothing but a lipstick and some condoms. Damn it!

"No money again!? Jump into the car, shorty! If you cannot find your own customers, I will have to find them for you. In the meantime you can do your best to make me happy here in the car!"


Images by Hustler.


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This one is for Bren.

1/22/2009

The Sissy (a transexual fantasy)

I have a rather extreme transsexual sissy story for you this time.

Given all my spare time (he he), I have developed a scientific literary theory about sissy erotica called the Sissy Quadrant Theory:

All great sissy stories are based on the interaction between four archetypal character types:
  1. Powerwoman, a strong mother, aunt, teacher, nanny or wife that has total control over her own life and the life of others.
  2. Powerman, a strong, muscular, "real" man (with a big dick); a mythical figure that is actually able to satisfy the sexual needs of Powerwoman. He is always an outsider (and does not exist in real life).
  3. The Wuss, a boy or man, totally unable to live up to Powerwoman's expectations of what constitutes a "real man". His inadequacy is symbolized by his small dick.
  4. The Sissy, a submissive and mentally challenged girl or woman with no personal will of her own.
The plot of a sissy story is basically like this:
  1. Powerwoman and the Wuss are in a relationship (husband/wife, son/mother etc.)
  2. Powerwoman despises the Wuss and decides that he is, for all practical purposes, as Sissy.
  3. Powerwoman changes the Wuss into a Sissy.
  4. Powerman serves Powerwoman,
  5. Sissy serves Powerman.
In other words: the traditional whore/madonna dichotomy is replaced by a new polarity: the dominatrix vs. the sissy.

So why do so many transgendered men long to become the sissy instead of the powerwoman?

There are probably many reasons. Becoming a helpless victim does, for instance, take away some of the guilt. However, I strongly believe that the effort needed to succeed as a strong and independent powerman or a forcful career woman in today's world is inhuman, and that many just long to get away from it all.

The pictures of the beautiful TS model Vianca is from Tranny Surprise. Needless to say, there is absolutely no similarity between the life of the fictional main character of this story and the model.

Well, enough talk. Let's go on with it!


For an easy to read full screen version go to Slideshare via this link and click on Full. Alternatively you may download the PDF file by clicking on this link.

1/20/2009