I walked into my bedroom, for some odd reason I had my arms covering my breasts. It was odd because it was not like Andre had not seen them, and I saw Andre lying on my bed naked and propped up against the head board; his penis was semi erect and still looked large. I did notice he had taken his socks off. "Damn about time." He told me and sat up on the ed...
Of course, after such experiences, I had left for Italy full of nostalgia, longing to be in Japan again. But I did not ever think to move there for good. As someone wisely said, tourism is one thing, emigration is another. And this applies to Japan more than to many other places. To integrate in Japan, for a foreigner, is really difficult, from the cultural...
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...
When I hung up the phone and walked into the living room there were tears in my eyes. "Mark, Beth just called. She said that Dave had a heart attack this morning. He's dead." I said. "Oh my God, that's terrible. I just saw him at the diner yesterday, he looked fine." Mark said. "From what Beth said, Jane found him in his chair when she got up this morning...
Note from Slick: What if you've been married so long that you've forgotten about the excitement of Valentine Day presents? And what if someone secretly gives you something really naughty? Have fun reading about a young girl whose boyfriend is away on Valentine's day. All rights reserved. * It started out as harmless fun in the small real estate office. Fo...
Chapter 1: Eye For an Eye The guys could hear the sirens screaming out the emergency, as they sat in the clubhouse, discussing tonight's run to Stockton. They paid no mind to them, nor could they hear the phone constantly ringing in the office of the garage. Cindy hung up the phone, once more dialling the number for the garage, in hopes someone would pic...
Little more voting if'n you please. ** Dan wakes me this day, him sitting up spills me over so I swat him. Looking around I find that the sky is barely lit so stop moving to listen. All I can hear is the wind so look up at Dan, he looks back after a moment. "Could have sworn I heard something." Hop up and work on getting dressed fast. Dan does the same t...
Sixth of nine parts. Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger -11- David Walking home from Judy's house I could feel my sore behind radiating heat into the cool air. The whipping Judy gave me wasn't as hard as the one I got from Ms Fechtenbaum, but it lasted longer so I ended up just as sore. Despite this, I was beginning to feel less intimidated about my situation...
As a parent, constant worrying about your children was part of the job description; were they happy, doing okay in school, did they have friends and on and on. But knowing that something was wrong, really wrong, in their lives created a new sort of worry. It made working and sleeping difficult and it made thinking about other people's problems almost impossi...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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 are...