TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

True terror. It is the only thing even close to describing how you feel right now. Slowly losing yourself, your body, your mind, your identity, and not being able to do anything about it. Becoming someone else entirely, the old you being wiped off from the face of the earth. And the worst part was that you didn’t even deserve it. All you did is fall for the wrong married woman, and she for you. You didn’t do anything improper, you actually waited for her to divorce her husband before officially dating her. And it’s not like you destroyed their relationship or anything like that, they were already growing apart, the husband being a self entitled dick having done that work for you. Meeting you was just the thing she needed to realize that she didn’t need him, he needed her. So she left him for you, a more gentle, kind man than he ever was. But he didn’t see it that way. To him you were the sole reason his wife had left him, the bastard that stole the love of his life. So logically if he ...

  God these bimbos were dumb. Sure they looked great, and they looked even better on their knees with your cock in their mouths, but as dense as bricks. But that was alright, better even, it was great. They were so easy to spot. Big fake tits, cocksucking lips, revealing clothes, you could identify a bimbo in an instant. They were also easy to sleep with. A few well placed compliments here, a well assured touch there, all it took was a little bit of charm and their clothes were practically already off. And thats what you loved about them, it made it so you could use them for your pleasure, as your own little fuck toys, and then discard them in the morning, no strings attached. Sure some of them didn't take too kindly when they found out they had been used in such a tasteless manner, but hey, if they wanted long meaningful relationships, they shouldn't be dressing up and acting like sluts. But maybe you weren't as good as you thought at spotting said bimbos. When you assumed...

It was a shitty day at the gym. The place was packed with New Years resolution losers, who wouldn't even last a whole month. Not only that, but they also hogged all the stations, leaving huge puddles of stinking sweat that no towel could ever completely clean up. After a while, you gave up on doing weights at all, instead deciding to do a little cardio, and come back later this week during a less busy time, maybe take a few hours from work during the day to skip this obscene traffic. You were a regular gym goer, but you didn't want to slack off, lest you return to your old unhealthy habits. Routine was key to maintaining motivation, and persevering through the hard workouts you imposed on yourself to stay in shape. Maybe that's why you were so hard on overweight people that failed at losing their extra pounds, because you had actually done it, and so you knew it was possible, and those lazy asses that visited the gym less often than their favourite fast food joint just were...