Just to let everyone know, I won't stop writing completely over the summer. But my stories will be fewer and take longer to get written. But I will submit a couple including this one. Thanks Vastie * You know when you get that funny feeling in your head and heart that something isn't right. Well I have been having it now for sometime. I sat there thinking...
Jack was bored. The bar was empty and his beer tasted flat. The frumpy barmaid was away in a world of her own ignoring his calls for a fresh glass. The pub was a dump. The southern absentee owners used it to rip off as much money as possible while spending next to nothing on their itinerant customers. Jack brushed the flies away and gave up. Mumbling to hi...
"So Desiree how did you like your first night at Happy Endings Massage Parlor?" queried Judy as daybreak shown through the open doors she was now bolting shut. Speaking with slight hesitation, I told her that I think I could become accustomed to the lifestyle quite easily. "You liked being in control of the men I had you pleasure tonight, didn't you Desir...
I carried the box of magazines into the house, poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to read. I read and sipped wine from five in the afternoon until eleven-thirty and when I climbed into bed I was so hot and horny that I did something that I hadn't done in ten years - I masturbated! I was so horny from reading those stories that my pussy was on fir...
Celebrity Pickup Game #1: Lucy Liu vs. Shaq Trying her best to stomach a $5 box of stale, barely buttered popcorn, Lucy Liu watched from her seat in section 104, courtside at Los Angeles's new basketball arena, The Staples Center. One of the perks she had treated herself to following her success on Ally McBeal and the subsequent movie roles, including a sta...
Author's Note: I give people the option of sending me feedback because I like knowing when someone likes my work. I also welcome suggestions for ways that I may improve my writing style and I have employed some of the suggestions over the years. I appreciate everyone that takes the time to read my work whether they take the time to send me feedback or not....
Our laughter spilled out onto West 47th Street as we untangled ourselves from the cab and headed toward the lobby door. Water cascaded onto and off the glass ceiling above as we trundled through the street lobby and piled onto the elevator, suddenly enveloped by the trademark electronica music that the W Hotel has seeping from every speaker in the hotel. "T...
"Ah, the ups and downs of a bisexual black man's life," Nasser Al-Harith said to himself as he got up and took one last look at his now ex-girlfriend Karma Armstrong. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous young Jamaican woman sat there, her eyes folded, a defiant look in her soulful brown eyes. Nasser sighed, cursing himself for thinking that a die-hard homophobe an...
Chapter Three: My sissy maid lifestyle becomes more set in reality. Morning comes and I carry on my new sissy morning ways, shower, shave, makeup and dress up in my maids dress, this morning a pink satin one over pink pantyhose and pink patent 5 inch spike heel pumps. I dutifully prepare breakfast for my Mistress Helen and get a bowl plain porridge for myse...
Lynn had woken up about halfway through the plane ride, and her neck was rapidly healing due to her Panther nature. Linda had her shift back and forth a few times to help with the healing process, and now the surgical scar was just an angry red line. Mom was getting all the time with her she could, knowing that this might well be the last. She was relieved...