My name is Babbita. I am not the subject of observation. However, I have become part of it. I have gone native so to speak. So you must know me. My inclination has first manifested itself at age seven. I was hiding under a corner bench of a banquet. The grown ups minded their own wedding celebration business and did not pay attention to us kids, especially,...
My name is Annabelle Mitchell. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, wealthy Irishwoman attending State University. Currently, I live in a mansion and I am served by my very willing slave, Wanda Sullivan, a big Black woman who used to be a Professor of Literature at the school before she found her true calling. She wanted to be my servant. More...
The following is a True story of the events that led to My wife and I being in the lifestyle we are today. My wife's Name is Irene, she was 37 at the time and our son had just left home to be on his own. Call it empty nest syndrome but Irene took it kind of hard Him leaving and all and I was sympathetic to her depression and kept my distance as best I coul...
Well, I suppose you already know me, don't you? No? Of me then? Possibly. And if you only know of me, then you are probably just a little confused as to who I am, or at least interested, or at least bored enough to allow me to introduce myself. But where would the fun be if I just spoke through this all? So I shall tell you that my name is, Abby, and let y...
Note from author, this tale is entirely fictional and does not refer to any actual real events. ***** Kaley Cuoco was about to leave her Sherman Oaks home for a meeting at the CBS offices regarding her hit tv show. She had gotten up in the late morning, awoken by the sun that flooded her large bedroom through the big bay window. She stretched out and s...
You go to bed after a long day. You set your alarm as you have another long day tomorrow. You change into pyjamas, bush your teeth get into bed and try to sleep. You dream of your favourite sci-fi show. Then you dream you are in the show. Your dream shifts to another show also Sci-fi then your job. You dream of your friends your family. Then you dream of you...
It was a week before his wedding when Richard met Lisa. She had come from overseas to be a bridesmaid, having known his bride-to-be, Josie, since childhood. Her arrival seemed to cheer Josie up - she had been a little off for the past few weeks, and Richard hoped it was just wedding jitters. The girls had an ecstatic reunion, all squeals of delight, while R...
Wind whipped through my hair as I stood on the outer deck of the airship's gondola, the steady thrum of the propellers loud in my ears. Though One hand lifted, pulling a strand of blue-black hair from my face, I had to shake my head. The wig was considerably longer than the length I wore my own chestnut strands, falling to my waist rather than shoulder blade...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? Anyways as my regular readers are aware, I enjoy writing about characters with fluid sexuality. This is a story with transgender and crossdressing characters set in the old American west. ~~ John Calvin Kelly was JC's gover...
=====================INTRO===================== Ancient legends abound in stories of automata, machines animated by divine or human genius. Since antiquity, the various civilizations of the world experimented during their Golden Ages with mechanically-driven devices to perform a variety of tasks, of which the only surviving examples are clocks and simple ma...