Just trying out an alternate venue for my captions. Alistair sat on the hotel room bed and took a small sip of the glass of red wine, he was feeling a little nervous, it had always been one thing to fantasise about what he was about to do but it was another thing entirely to actually go ahead and do it. It had all started some months ago when the divorce with his wife of fifteen years had finally gone through, they had married young, almost straight out of school in fact and to begin with their relationship had been pretty stable, there were no children, not for want of trying and on the surface everything was happy and normal. Alistair loved his wife and she was more than enough for him, but that was until Alistair unable to control passions he had thought long buried and supressed any longer had started to dress in his wife’s clothes, at first he had managed to keep it secret and to only a few times a year, but slowly the urges got stronger and he dressed up more and more often...
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