I'm now also published over on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive!

I'm now also published over on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive.  Go me!

For a long time now I've been hitting up the Fictionmania.tv site and then going over to the Nifty site in order to get my fill of feminization erotica.  Mainly it's been Fictionmania as it is solely focused on the femme stuff.  With Nifty it's all under the "Transgender" category and that's but one of several primary story categories.  So, it's not as well filled with tales as Fictionmania.

But there are some unique TV/TS/TG tales on Nifty that don't make it over to Fictionmania so it's always worth a look.  Of late, I've decided to "increase my presence online" by pushing more of my writing out there.  That means publishing on both Fictionmania and Nifty.

We'll see how it goes!

Fran

Nervous

I'm a very happily bisexual man.  Being fully en femme and sexually pleasing a man or a woman is thus not an issue for me.  So I've always found it odd reading the accounts of crossdressers proclaiming how they're "not into men" or that they're fearful about their heterosexuality when they dress.  The tales I've written thus far have centered on individuals who don't have such reservations or doubts.  They simply love all the pleasure they find wherever they find it.

With this tale however, I wanted to examine something different.  What would it be like for a straight guy to have to interact as a sexual submissive with another straight guy?  I've never done the cuckolding scene and don't understand it much either.  So, "Nervous" here is a bit of exploration of both those aspects.

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Nervous

What happens when the mistress and key holder of a heterosexual cuckolded sissy winds up submitting to another man? She now has a master. And therefore, so to does the sissy. If that master is straight then there shouldn't be any need for the sissy to ever be nervous.

Well, perhaps.

But perhaps not...

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He made me nervous.  He always makes me nervous.  And that, honestly, deep down inside of me, turns me on.  It’s no small part of why I do all of this.  It’s no small part of who I am.

So it’s no small part of why I’m kneeling here in my bedroom and why he’s standing there before me.  Standing there and making me nervous and afraid and embarrassed and… turned on.

It’s a times like these when I question just why it is that I’m into all this “sissy play” to begin with.  I’m a straight man.  I’ve no interest in having sex with other men.  Even with other sissies.  Oh, I enjoy being around other “gurls” when we’re all en femme – but always and only when our ladies are there in charge.  In charge of me and in charge of the other guys dressed up in their sissy outfits.  I’m not even attracted to the shemales or the actual transgendered.  I can admire their dedication to pursuing their fetish and how they’ve transformed their bodies.  And I truly love how utterly feminine some of them have been able to become as a result.  But… they’re still guys.  Even if their little willies can no longer get hard thanks to all the Spiro and Estra and whatever other hormones they’ve taken to become so wonderfully gurly.

The Muse Isn't Whispering At Me, She's Shouting...

Some times I've no inspiration.  Some times I've too many other distractions to really "be in the mood" to write my feminization tales.

Other times?  Well, those are the times that my Muse is not just whispering sweet suggestions in my ears as to what I should next write - she's standing on my back, having beaten me to the floor and is now screaming into brain about what next I should write.

Such creative bouts are wonderful even if they make my fingers sore from all the typing the entail.

I'm in the midst of one such Muse screaming session right now.

Go me!

Time To Move On

Time To Move On

This one is something a bit different.  I've wondered what would happen when the dominant partner realizes that it's not transformed submissives he - or she - is really into but transforming submissives.  And what, then, becomes of those transformed submissives?

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Lisa began to slowly wake up.  It was as if a heavy fog was slowly receding all around.  She rolled over on to her side in her bed and that was when she began to realize something was wrong.  As her anxiety swelled it forced her to become even more awake and she rolled over on to her back again.  It took her a seeming eternity of near panic over the wrongness she felt before she realized what had happened.

Therapy - Part Two

Catching up a bit here...

This installment in my "Therapy" series was actually published back in June of 2017.

More progress being reported by our assuredly straight protagonist as he undergoes even more intensive and extensive therapy to cure him of his cross dressing problem.

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Therapy - Part Two

Her kisses were soft and sweet just like she was and just like her sweet girlish cock was.  As she kissed me she rubbed her beautifully pert and full titties across my chest.  The latex nurses outfit she was in felt so sexy and slippery as she slid herself over my chest and nipples.  Eventually, she settled down a bit with her weight to one side of me as I lay strapped to the exam table.  Her kisses were more tender and slow as she gently rubbed my nipples between her fingers.  Her touch felt heavenly and I was thankful she didn’t make any comment about how fleshy my pecs were getting.  I would have to ask Doctor Wilson about the changes around my nipples.  But that would be later.  Right then I was just reveling in kissing his nurse as she played with my oh-so-tender nipples.