Fuck, was I going to have some fun? I hoped that Ben would put some of the things on me and take me somewhere public.Not long after that Mark and Lewi... arrived and I eagerly showed them my new toys and the other things. Mark said, “Good, we can try them when we get the mods done.”I watched them working for a while, got them a drink then went back my new toys. I decided to try the new ankle and wrist cuffs and my new dog collar. When I’d got them on I went to show the guys.“Go away Cherry; or. ‘I only care about the person inside, and I am sure the boys will see you the same way. A diamond is still a diamond, even when it is wrapped in a brown paper bag.’ ‘So you think my dress sense is no better than a paper bag.’ I dropped her arm, stood with my hands on hips, and feigned hurt. She narrowed her eyes at me and smacked me gently on the arm. ‘You know what I mean.’ She walked on two paces without me and turned. ‘My god, you’re sexy when you pout.’ I laughed. Of course I knew what she. If I seem a little rusty, please be kindenough to review the story, and I will take all constructivecriticism toward my next writing. Lunch in the trunkMy story involves myself, and my wife. She knows, enjoys, and fullysupports my cross-dressing habit. She, in fact, sometimes likes itmore than I do. We have been married several years, and she gets akick out of tying me up when I am dressed. And this story is 100%true. One Saturday we were both off from work, my wife. Two men stood up at the bar, talking and pulling on tall bottles of beer. The bored bartender was absentmindedly polishing and stacking glasses. Off to the side sat a couple, leaned in close, young. New and budding love surrounded them, they seemed oblivious to all around them as their hands and fingers brushed across the tiny table. Glenn ordered a glass of red wine, the bartender’s practiced hands were pouring the drink almost before the words left his mouth. Glancing around, he stepped over.