Whips and chains,
They give me pains.
Leather and lace,
Are on my brains.

I feel the sting,
There on my thing.
Mistress is love,
Goddess from above.

If I’ve cried,
When I’m tied.
I expect no less,
Than to be in a dress.

Each time I am spanked,
Mistress will be thanked.
Willing and able,
To be her table.

I beg to be used,
My body abused.
Mistress’s words are sage,
As she puts my parts in the cage.

She shows me my place,
Dolly made up face,
She gives my hair a curl,
To make me her girl.

Mistress Lexi,
Bondage sexy.
I know it’s not a sin,
Please let’s begin.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Her peach panties are the perfect fit,
When I put them on you can’t see it.

Lacy up front just makes me blush,
Feel the silky back and I get a rush.

When she sees me in them there will be a scene,
She loves me in her things and never is mean.

I sit in her peach panties as she gives my hair a curl,
She kisses my cheek and calls me her sweet girl.

She rubs me through her panties a pleasant surprise,
The fabric stretches out as it lengthens and starts to rise.

Dressed in her peach panties my life is a dream,
She strokes me underneath until I fill them with cream.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

At the Ash Motel,
We are in Room #8.

My dress is on the floor,
You slip my panties off my ankles.

I close my eyes as you kiss me,
Your lips touch every part of my body.

Your lips are on mine,
I feel you cock rub my clit.

You phone vibrates on the dresser,
Text from your wife looking for you.

We ignore it kissing deeper,
My wife will miss me soon as well.

We make love at the Ash Motel,
Brown sheets musky with illicit sweat.

You call me your pretty girl,
A nibble on lipstick thickened lips.

I want to be your bride,
Our time is too short.

You fill my pussy with your seed,
I dream it could make an impossible child.

Can’t we just run away?
Do we always have to meet in Room #8?

I lay on the bed at the Ash Motel,
Watching as you put on your tie.

I wait for you to leave before dressing,
Too embarrassed for you to see me in t-shirt and jeans.

I hate hiding in secret,
Hate only being your girl at the Ash Motel.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Pretty Pink Dress
By Master_Vyle

I really love my pretty pink dress,
And I try to make sure it is never a mess.

My face flushes as my skirt is raised,
He kisses my tummy leaving me dazed.

He pulls my panties down my blood rushes with joy,
Then he plays with the extras like they are his favorite toy.

He pulls down the front and puts a hand on my chest,
Before he kisses the little nipple on top of each breast.

My beautiful dress top to bottom gathered at the knees,
When I take him in my mouth doing everything to please.

His fingers run lightly down my bare back,
Then over the fabric to find my hot crack.

Once he is wet it is time for us to begin,
His knees pull the skirt as he puts himself in.

He thrust deep into my pussy-bum,
Panting and sweating until he has to cum.

Finished he reaches down and takes my clit,
Working it hard to stroke every bit.

I sigh and moan erupting a creamy white gush,
Him milking it onto the skirt gives me a rush.

I really love to wear my pretty pink dress,
But sometimes my boyfriend makes it a mess.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Kimono
By Master_Vyle

If you live here you know a place,
That is called the World Showcase.

I always knew it was just where to go,
So my boyfriend went there to buy me a kimono.

I love to wear it and get on my knees,
Obedient to him acting Japanese.

I paint my face and serve him tea,
He says no geisha is as beautiful as me.

I bow to him and begin to beg,
After hiding my parts between each leg.

He says other CDs and T-girls were always a bore,
No others would serve him as I do and act as his whore.

He takes off my kimono like a gentle god from above,
Then wraps the silky garment around me as we make love.

He is older and tender and makes me want to burst,
Whenever he slows down and tells me ladies go first.

His hand goes on my clit and peels the foreskin back,
I gasp and moan each time he gives a slow and gentle jack.

His kisses my cheek as I finally explode,
Teasing out every drop of my load.

Then he uses my mess to coat his cock,
Sliding it my pussy as hard as a rock.

He lays me back as I shake head to toe,
His hand gently caressing me through me kimono.

We lay in a daze for nearly an hour,
Then I bathe him like a good girl in the shower.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Jane TV
By Master_Vyle

Jane TV,
Is my favorite CD,
And I dream we’re destined to be.

She has a wife,
Her words cut like a knife,
Jane would be better with me in her life.

She meets gay men,
Who think her dressing’s a sin,
But she tells me one never has put it in.

Jane cannot see,
She shouldn’t loose her “virginity”,
With any man other than me.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Foreskin
By Master_Vyle

I have an obsession,
We all covet things we don’t have,
My foreskin taken when I had no choice,
No voice.

Is it unusual to miss something you never knew?
I never heard of a foreskin until I was 18,
I never saw one until I was 22,
But now no day passes that I do not think of one.

I have quite the collection,
Tucked away in files and closets and drawers,
Pictures of every natural cock I can find,
I often think of cataloging them but never have the time.

I can’t tell you how many video clips I have,
Uncut men with woman and more than a few man on man,
It’s so hard to find a favorite,
It seems I come across a new one each day.

It’s hard to pick out just one type that I love the best,
I love them just tight enough to cover the head of a huge cock,
I love them hanging over the head of a short cock,
And I love the peeled back over the head of an odd cock.

Everyone knows my preferences up front,
Your cock has to be natural if you want me to suck it,
A threesome with you and your boyfriend sounds great,
He is uncut right because if not it ain’t happening.

I love skinning the foreskin back and licking the soft sticky head,
I love sucking them and nibbling the loose skin,
I love jacking a big cock to make the skin cover and uncover the head,
I love it when a guy slips it up my ass and I know he not cut.

I love it when an uncut guy comes on me,
I want it so I can see it,
I stroke them to work the skin on and off the head,
Until finally they explode all over me.

I did a threesome with two uncut guys before,
I loved playing with their foreskins,
It was so hot when they came and I squeezed it on my tongue,
I dream of having another or being with four or five uncut guys.

I’m obsessed by foreskins,
I want no man in my mouth my hand or ass,
Not unless he’s uncut,
That’s all I want.

Sometimes I want my foreskin back,
It would be bad at the same time,
I am sure I would never do anything but jack off,
I would never leave my house again.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Florida CDs
By Master_Vyle

Florida CDs are the most fun,
Two piece bikinis out for some sun.

Florida CDs are really the best,
Love to kiss and feel a stiff chest.

Florida CDs reign in glory,
The best of all lovers and that’s my story.

Florida CDs always make bail,
If their fun ends them up in jail.

Florida CDs know how to touch the right place,
They make you hot and moan at the right pace.

Florida CDs are the best lovers it’s true,
And there’s no way I would lie about it to you.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Honcho
By Master_Vyle

I was in a club and at that moment the music was a thumping techno beat backed by a loud and rolling keyboard playing electronic noise. Lights flashed and strobed all around as sweaty strangers bumped against each other as they undulated and danced. I know this probably sounds familiar, like you heard it before, or it happened to you before. Maybe it’s an average story and nothing special. I guess I think back on it because it happened to me and I love replaying the memory.

He was near the bar dressed in a navy jacket with a blue shirt, no tie and two buttons open, doing his best to look like he was cool and did not care about anything. It was working, at least for me. He was hot, bald with a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, and he looked vaguely Latino.

He was one of those guys who looked skinny and scrawny at first glance, but you knew that under his clothes he was muscled up despite his frame and looked chiseled like Bruce Lee. He put off that vibe that said, Just for a hook up. I thought he was hot and I had no problem with that.

I managed to catch his eye. He apparently liked what he saw, and he knew I understood what he wanted. He stepped up to me and said nothing. We went to the edge of the floor and moved and ground against each other with the rest of the crowd. No at a word was said. The dancing was just a formality.

As I turned, undulating my body, I caught sight of my friend Taffy a little further on the floor. At that moment the nameless techno electronica gave way to t.A.T.u.’s ‘Malchik Gay’, which happens to be her favorite song. She sees me and that I am with someone and gives a high sign.

Taffy has hooked up with a big butchy looking girl, the kind that she likes to be with. I wave back. Each knows the other has scored, but my friend will not be leaving the club with us, although Taffy’s could possibly come home. She is looking for a relationship. I’ve been burned too many times, so for now I just want to play.
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Panties In The Drawer
By Master_Vyle

There’s panties in the drawer.
No, not the one my wife uses.
Down here see?
They’re in the drawer under the water bed.
She never goes in there.

My panties are pretty.
They’re trim and lacy.
They just fit.
I look like a nice girl.
I wish I had a bra to match.

Looking in the mirror.
I tuck the hanging bits between my legs.
What a nice pussy I have.
It’s shaved smooth and bare.
My panties are at my knees.

I have time to play.
My wife just left for work an hour ago.
I lay on the water bed.
I touch myself through the leg hole.
Smile on my face dreaming of a him.

Master_Vyle is a passionate author of crossdressing and other erotic stories. You can find his work at literotica.com as well as lushstories.com. Follow him on twitter at http://twitter.com/Master_Vyle for his latest updates on his stories and poems.

Lifted Laundry
By Master_Vyle

My name is Robert and I have a confession. I stole some woman’s bra and panties. It isn’t what you’re thinking though. I’m sure you think they were taken from a conquest as a trophy, or as part of a frat initiation stunt, but the simple truth is that I stole them outright. Honestly I had not ever planned to do it, or anything like it. It just kind of happened. I saw the opportunity and I did it.

Everyone steals something at least one time.

Right?

Okay, it happened one day several years ago because I went to the Laundromat. It sat a street over from our apartment, on the opposite end of the street, so it’s not too far. Jordan had been sick and throwing up the night before, so there was too much stuff to wash in our little apartment sized washer, so after my wife left to take her to the doctor’s office I loaded everything into the car and ran down to the Laundromat.

After I got everything going I came back home and cleaned the carpet. My wife and daughter made it back, and the doctor said she just had a 24 hour bug and that she should be fine by the next day. Since she had to work that afternoon and she knew I had to go and get the laundry back to the house she called her mother and arranged for her to watch her until I was done.

So we all left, June taking Jordan to drop her off on her way back to work, and me going back to the Laundromat. I walked back inside with everything I needed for the clothes and to keep me occupied as they dried. Inside the bushel bucket I carried the clothes in were fabric softener sheets, a roll of quarters, my lighter and a pack of Marlboro Medium, and a copy of William W. Johnstone’s Toy Cemetery.

I got to work transferring the wet clothes from the washing machines to the dryers. As always when at the Laundromat you have to be glad the dryers are so large, because they can take two or three washers worth in one depending on how big the loads you’re washing are. But, anyhow, I got them started and lit a cigarette, intent only on sitting and reading my book as I waited.

I had only gotten a chapter or two further than I had been before they came in. It was a pair of young women, best friends or roommates. One was tall and slender, with pale skin and curly red hair, and the other was short and chunky with black hair that curled around at her cheek line.
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