"I'm a sailor and we are off to Italy tomorrow. I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy. W...en we get to Italy you will be SO GLAD you're alive"With nothing to lose and always wanting to see Italy, she accepted.That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a small but comfortable compartment in the ship's hold.From then on, every night, he would bring her sandwiches, a bottle of red wine, and make love to her until dawn.Two. As I slowly and carefully lowered the rubber down further, my cock started to push up into it. The outside of the condom became the inside as it settled around my cock. I pointed my cock fully upward so that Kyle's stuff, instead of spilling, became the lubrication on the now-outside of the condom as I finished rolling it down my dick.I had just put a used condom on my cock inside out, and my bro Kyle's manchowder was on the outside, which would act as lubricant. The lubricant in the condom. Stories Based on Fact. I have done a few: "Sporus", "The Dark Lady","La Chevaliere", "The Governess"19. Rants. I would class "Gorilla Suit" and "Transwife" in this category.I am not sure that it is a category, but there are a number of stories(not just by me) that could be described as "Cross Dresser crosses over".Some of my stories are: "Too Convincing", "My Future", "Normal Life" and"Modelling Contract".Then there are a variety of motivations that can be identified: Guiltdrives the change. Standing in the door frame is her boss, grinning. Her eyes instantly drift down over his enormous belly to his crotch and she finds herself elated at seeing his pants tenting. “Is the wait making you excited or something else?” she asks, looking back into her eyes.“Been waiting for you,” he answers. “And now I can finish with you.”Her eyes slip back down for a second time, and this time she notices the wet spots on the light fabric. “How about I watch you finish that first,” she says, meeting.