I was on a plane bound for Germany for the first time since Julia and I split up just less than three years ago. In that time we had not seen each other again though we had been in contact via email. As we slowly drifted over the clouds I flicked through some old photos that I'd transferred back to my camera. My head filled with past memories and what we wou...
My thanks go to LadyCibelle, and my friend SH for proofreading, sorting my foul-ups and editing this tale for me. But... well, I've been fiddling again, so there could be all kinds of cock-ups that have slipped in since they saw it last! As is not unusual for a DF story, there is no actual sex in this story. * * * * * God! That was a day to remember I ca...
I don't know any way to tell the story without first telling you about me. I am Cliff Chandler. In high school, I was looked on as a geek or nerd. My wife of just a little over two years Beverly, Bev, on the other hand, was the head cheerleader, prom queen, homecoming queen, etc. her senior year. Yeah, I know, seems kind of weird doesn't it? While in schoo...
Thanks to mikothebaby for editing this story. * * * * * * Betty Sutton scanned the bar around her nervously. Though she'd done this many times before, she was always worried that she'd run into someone she knew. The chances of that were remote since she'd picked a meeting place that was a half hour's drive away from her neighborhood, but you couldn't be to...
(All events, though based on actual occurrences, are NOT exact recounts of what happened. Any and all things that have happened occurred over 4 years ago, and though my memory is excruciatingly sharp, it is also not *perfect*. Any dialogue is strictly paraphrased, and not quoted verbatim.) Some people think that a defining moment is exactly what it sounds...
Chapter 1. "Bodas de Sangre?!" I looked up from my reading to my fellow passenger in the aisle seat. She was a very attractive woman, professionally dressed, I thought perhaps a few years older than I was. I returned her smile. "Si. Garcia Lorca, 1933, Bodas de Sangre." I put down the manuscript of the play and continued in Spanish, "Have you read it?" Th...
The little plastic doll had a round head. The face was two black dots for eyes, two pink dots for cheeks, and a wide black arc in the middle for a smile. Her hair was black and covered have the head. A red bow and a branch with yellow flowers accessorized the hair. The doll wore a kimono colored by bright red, orange, and yellow bands. Her cue flip flops on...
Author's Note: This story is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it (this means you). I chose to submit this whole story at once, since my only complaints to some of the better stories, is that I have to wait for the next chapter(s). The sex is at the end if you don't like the plot. This story has been re-submitted for m...
Sexy. Sexy is sometimes hard to describe, but oh so easy to identify. The '65 Jaguar XK-E rolling to a stop outside the garage door is the sexiest car ever made. Its British Racing Green paint glows in the early October sun. A sexy woman also defies definition, but she's crystal clear to the beholder. A tall woman unfolds herself from the Jag and doff...
"I went to the east, deep into croc territory." Gyn said. "I was transformed and had to suppress my telepathic abilities, as I couldn't contact anyone for fear of being discovered." "WHY?" I almost screamed at her, terror seizing my heart at the thought at what would have happened to her if she had been found out! "What was so important that you risked your...