1. Lucifer's Bow 3


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    Time became Autumn, nearing Winter, when Gray fell into a side of himself for which he alone could devine the answers. His effeminate mannerisms were beginning to roost and sprout a darker side of his character. If there was a closet to come out of, he didn't know if emerging from it was either comfortable or suited his taste. * He liked the feel of this extension of his personality, but he lacked the furniture - that being tits. His tiny penis was actually becoming an asset, as their games and amusements centered on it. Measured by Kat, it was a fin less than three-inches, when poking Kat's cleavage. When flaccid, merely a condiment for an after dinner mint... hardly a bite. Was he putting on The Ritz by wearing her apparel? It only made him glow, and that showed by the smile he wore. He didn't miss an opportunity to sneak into her wardrobe and let her dresses carry him away in his day dreams. Saddled by peer pressures and the talking heads of society, he must have been thought of as a slice of Wonder Bread with make-believe butter. Yet, the more he saw of himself in the mirror, the more he wished to swim with bitches. What he needed, in his thoughts, was a strong sense of belonging to something, by choice and not deceit. Kat sometimes would be out of the house for long periods of time. This gave Gray lots of opportunity to explore things. He was fascinated with her lingerie and underwear, most particularly leather. The smell of leather, like that of new bucket-seats in a ...
    Ferrari, was intoxicating. He had read about pheromones, that put out a scent to attract the opposite sex. He laughed silently as he put his leather belt around his neck. "Do I have a thing for Kat's new recliner?" He at times put on her false eye-lashes, and then adorned them with mascara. He especially loved to line his eyes in her onyx eyeliner, and finish off with blush to his cheekbones and ruby-red lipstick to his lips. He thought of the lashes as Tammy Faye's, and batted his lids as if swatting flies. He would put on her bras, and find her laciest panties and put them on. He would stuff her bras with foam, and walk proudly all over the house, feeling his stuffed breasts. Soon he hoped to swap his safety-pinned nipples for implants, then all sorts of jewelry for his itching nipples. Hardly a day went by when he wasn't wearing thigh-high stockings and a garter, and standing in front of the mirror in admiration. His boyish face could go either way with a touch of this or that, and in his thoughts, he blushed. This of course, made his small penis rock-steel. He thought the smallness of it all (three inches) was one of his best attributes. Moving his fingers inside of the panties, and cupping his robin-egg balls, he smiled again at the touch of metal - a safety pin with which he had pierced the loose skin of his scrotum. Then, with pieces of chain from one of Kat's charm bracelets connected to the newly pierced meatus of his cock, his tiny balls were given clout, by adding ...
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