Writer's note: The following story is 100% true THE DRIVE The drive to Austin was 8 hours in good weather. Today it had been raining, and it was going to be 11 hours in the car, by arrival time. I was acutely aware of how long the car ride had been so far, for several reasons. The biggest of which was the overly-tight pair of pink sissy panties, curren...
And there I stood... my body glazed in red silk, each fold as it lay on my body created a beautiful masterpiece of artwork. Needless to say, I felt like royalty. I felt beautiful. These feelings, however, were mired by the fact that I was laying in my beautiful red silk robe in a room with many. many. people... I stood in the middle of all of them on a sort...
My name is Duncan Faulkner and I was born in Olivine City in the Johto Region where I grew up with future Gym Leader Jasmine. We were in love at first sight, but our paths diverged after she became the Gym Leader, not just in the directions we took or our personalities, but our Pokémon as well. My first Pokémon was unique, as it was A Riolu. We were as insep...
The smell of the pine sap and the sounds of the woods woke her up. Moira sat up in bed, stretched and yawned, the cotton sheets falling from her upper body, sending a rash of chill bumps as the cold, morning air hit her chest, hardening her nipples. She crawled naked from her bed, and moving through the small cabin to the kitchen, she sleepily turned on the...
My phone rang at 2:15 a.m., Friday night/Saturday morning. I'm a night owl, so it didn't wake me up, but it did scare the hell out of me. By the time you reach your late 30s, if the phone rings in the middle of the night, someone is likely dead. "Hello?" I answered, trying my best to sound calm. "Ooooh God..." a drawn out female voice moaned into the phon...
Driving home after working late one night, I decided to call my wife and let her know I would soon be there. After talking briefly about our respective days our conversation turned more intimate. Lisa told me to hurry as she had a little surprise for me. Of course I tried to pry it out of her, but she refused to answer any of my probing questions. I chuckled...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...
Rubies are Red. Part 7. A Paul and Jenny story. (Copyright 2003. All rights reserved). All characters are fictitious. Jenny. I sat down next to Mary in the third row of the pews as the introduction to the call to service Hymn started on the organ. Ron Watkins would be taking the service today. His wife was in the pew across from us with their two childr...
This story is completely true. It was the start of years of nudity and fun. As we have got older and children have come along this has slowly changed but I sincerely hope that we can one day resume. We lived in a small town for nearly 10 years. Like all small towns there is not always a lot to do, if fact there is seldom much to do. One tends to have to mak...
This is the assignment that Mark and his wife have been waiting for. Mark is a photographer specializing in magazine photography. His wife is a writer and reporter. Boston Women's Hospital called to do a photo shoot for a new type Endocam for GYN exams. The photos will be going into the New England Journal of Medicine alone with an article written by his wif...