I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable. What sordid tale would Drake tell? A female supervisor who had seduced and blackmailed him? Or a jaded ex-lover who'd returned to try to win him back? Maybe it was a crazy stranger at the erotic club in Chicago who had been stalking him? All immature—and not exactly valid—reasons, in my opinion, to tuck his tai...
I was inspired to reach out to Barbara Jean Goodhead after reading her story, "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" If you haven't read it, I encourage you to do so. I had an idea for a story, but have never published erotica, so asked if Barbara Jean would like to collaborate. Happily, she agreed, and the result has been this tale of Dustin's journey to becoming...
Phase 1 -- Layoff. Phase 2 -- Offer. Phase 3 -- Change of Status Phase 4 -- Iran Phase 5 -- Deportment School First Week. Phase 6 -- Deportment School Third Week. Phase 7 -- Deportment School Thirteenth Week. Phase 8 -- Deportment School Back to work. Phase 1 -- Layoff. We all knew something big was going on, the low buzz of layoffs was amplified...
Many thanks to BlackRandl1958, GeorgeAnderson, Todd172 and Bebop3. * "Good morning, my darling." His voice woke me in in that insufferably cheery way. The bastard. "Sleepy again? Don't worry, I've made you a nice, strong cup of coffee. Just the way you like it." Asshole. "Fresh orange juice." I hated him. "Fresh Croissants. They are still warm."...
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The following story was suggested to me by a reader, whose invaluable assistance in my rendering it to the printed page has been much appreciated. The story is dedicated to that reader. This is Part One of a three-party story. * We are all products of the places that we live. And assuming that's true -- and I believe it with every fiber of my being -- then...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: This is a follow-up story to 'Almond Eyes' in the Transsexuals & Crossdressers category. It is not necessary to read Almond Eyes but it wouldn't hurt. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Stevie sat in the rear of Mrs Lanbourne's four door hardtop Sedan de Ville as it sped north on the interstate. The interior of the new 1956 Cadillac smelt antiseptic and nice. She had just bought it. Mrs Lanbourne was like that, this elegant lady with her long nose and lambent brown eyes: everything was the best. Stevie thought of her these days as his real...
The story about Dad's spanking as a boy came out when we were visiting Grandma's farm in the summer holidays. A sister asked about an old, flat sofa. It was long, like a bed, and stood in a closed-in porch that ran along the side of the farmhouse. "Who used to sleep here, Grandma, in the old days?" my youngest sister asked. She had developed an interest in...