Picking the girl up and cuddling her next to him he let her cling to him and sob as the first spate of tears passed. Holding her next to his skin and murmuring soft encouragement to her she finally subsided to hiccuping gasps while he gently wiped the tears from her face. Kissing the tip of her reddened nose he asked, "What's wrong Kitten?" although he suspe...
The following story (and the subsequent stories I'm going to write about Emily) are completely fictitious. There's no real Emily, or is she based on anyone I know. She is just, in my mind, the quintessential slut that inhabits my most perverted fantasies. All of the stories in the "Emily, The Good Time Girl" series are written from her perspective, mostly be...
*** Banks entered the kitchen ten minutes later. He had gone to his room to put on a t-shirt and camouflage-colored three-quarter shorts. A jug of cold milk and empty tumblers were on the kitchen table He saw Vanessa and Mike talking to each other in low tones each sipping from a glass of milk. Mike wore an apron over his white inner vest. He was tall and m...
This is not a good hockey story. If you want a really good hockey story, read SA Penn Lady or MugsyB ("The true North, strong and free"). This story was written because it hurts if I don't write it, and also so I don't have to write any more of Ch 2 of "A New Birth of Freedom". Any excuse will do. This story has homophobic and anti-Semitic language, which mi...
Will asked if I'd be willing to show him my naked body after I put my wig and makeup on but before I got fully dressed. I said sure—my only other fem adornments being my cherry-red toenails and a matching bead anklet above my left foot. With all the security and body scans and what-not at airports these days, I hadn't even worn panties under my street clothe...
The building that housed Flamingo’s sat on the banks of the Ohio River. The joint had been an orphanage back in the 1890s. Access to the river and close proximity to three state lines lent to its usefulness - the place even had some history as a stopover in the Underground Railroad. Unfortunately, the orphanage went belly up in the early months of 1918 when...
The San Francisco offices of the Hearst Communications group occupied a fashionable highrise in the downtown area. The building hosted the main offices of Cosmopolitan for Futas, Futa Housekeeping, Futa's Day, and Oprah Magazine but for Futas, as well as a laundry list of other web and advertising media that catered to the hermaphrodite population. As San Fr...
My husband Dave invited all his asshole buddies from college and their wives to our home for a pool party this summer. We wound up hosting nearly thirty couples in all. The booze bill alone was enough for us to take out a second mortgage, but we managed to have a splendid time, especially me. You see, all the men were surprisingly handsome and in shape for g...
When I woke up the next morning, my underwear was back on, my dress was smoothed out and zipped up in the back, I was tucked in under the blankets, and my phone was plugged into its charger on my nightstand. I looked quickly at my drawer. It was closed. I had done none of this. Eric must've after I- Fuck! I fell asleep! I'm pretty sure we were in the middle...
A SINCERE APOLOGY: Dearest Reader, before I can continue reciting the epic and naughty adventures, quests, misadventures, mis-quests and mis-epic misadventure-quests of our dashing young Knight of Arcalund, I must issue a heartfelt and sincere apology. In my fervor to set these heroic exploits to text before my lazy memory chooses to forget them altogether,...