"I...uh...nice to meet you," I stammered. "Er...Deb...I mean...is?" "I've been telling Steve all about how well you guys play music," Debbie said. "He plays saxophone in the school band and wants to get his own group together." I just stood there like a stupe, with my mouth hanging open. Debbie hugged her son close and praised his prowess as a sax player....
Chapter Six: Kerri joins the Business And Then A Sunday Morning and Afternoon with Kerri. Saturday late afternoon and Kerri and I have seen the lawyer's papers creating our partnership. We are both on the same page with the details. For now Kerri will work Friday late afternoon/evenings from 4:00pm to 7:00pm and all day Saturdays, but as her part of the bus...
Author's Disclaimer: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if y...
Part 2 A Woman, Wade and Another Woman Sue had awakened from her nap after having arrived home from her first date as an escort. As she remembered the great sex that she had had the night before, a smile returned to her face. In the seven years that she lived with her ex-boyfriend, their sex had never come close to being as satisfying as last night had bee...
Author's notes. There is no 'cheating' per se found here, but the temptation for Liz is palpable. Most decidedly, few will like this story. The plot is far from the 'strange car in the driveway' genre and will piss off some folk. Sorry. Thanks for reading my submissions - I enjoy the hell out writing them biased with my POV. All errors are mine. Thanks to Li...
Once again thanks to Alex for allowing me to continue his story, and many thanks to Harryr for his editing. Prologue: Victor Brown was gone, and Gary Owen was left to carry on; yet the reality was still the same. The man who'd destroyed all he could of his old life, the man who'd changed his name, the man who'd moved to a tropical paradise was still the s...
Fresh from the shower, I pad out of the bathroom naked, trailing wisps of steam. I head toward the bedroom to see what you've selected for me this evening. The garter belt and stockings are no surprise. The dress you've selected is. It's a slinky cocktail dress with an off the shoulder black lycra top that clings to my curves and then flares into a short, fl...
Another reader request; this is my take on a very overused trope. Hope you enjoy it! * * * The waves surged, in and out, like foamy grey rolling pins flecked with seaweed, and between the ominous-looking water and the gritty snow on the sand under my feet, I couldn't help but wonder what the fuck I was doing here. Ah, but then I felt the chilly fingers...
No one from our small east coast town had any idea one of our classmates would be coming home on military leave to attend our belated fifth year high school class reunion. Having come all the way across the Pacific Ocean from the Indian Ocean and immediately flying home across the United States this classmate easily won the gag gift for traveling the longest...
Joe drove. Barry sat silently in the back. I shivered in the front seat, huddled against the door, alone with my thoughts, alone with my confused feelings of shock and disbelief. I totally didn't know what to think. It must have shown on my face. Joe reached over with one hand, took mine, and gave it a squeeze. He was still holding my hand when we turned off...