"Do you like what you see? You've been admiring the Seine for several minutes now, just like every new tourist in Paris, if you ask me. Never been to France before?" the voice startled me out of my thoughts. "Actually, I was thinking of the history of this city. Hard to believe that this was once a provincial village in the Roman province of Gaul, not to me...
"Sir, your feet must be hurtin'." I break my gaze away from the tiled flooring of the cafe. The cafe's owner: John, was looking at me curiously. I simply nod to him, keeping my gaze lowered, even though he couldn't possibly recognize me with this new body. John chuckled, scratching at his flimsy white beard thoughtfully, and continued: "You seem fam...
As she did each day, Miss Tessa Malone awoke in her bed with a smile on her face; not a broad exaggeration of the mouth, but rather a natural shape of contentment eased upon her plush lips. From the moment she roused from her slumber in the morning, to the last second before her eyelids closed for the night, the smile rarely waned. It welcomed whatever the d...
Thanks to all who leave meaningful feedback. Willie Nelson: "Leave me, if you need to, I will still remember, angel flying too close to the ground." + + + Life is pretty good right now. I have my own auto body shop where I employ six very talented and devoted workers. My name is Simon and I've never been married. I'm thirty three years old and marriage ju...
Warning: this chapter features boobs, breasts in tight spaces, tits, falling skirts, contrived coincidences dicks, swaps of all kinds, menageries of mismatched parts, body swaps, dog parks, last chances, machine gun swapping, final decisions, impossible choices, a last chance for revenge, a last chance to set things right, and a clock slowly ticking down....
It was my morning to open the cafe, so I was in at 5am, alone until the first regulars arrived an hour later to join me. As I turned on the lights, started the coffee brewing, and began setting out pastries, I was reminded of why I loved 'Cafe Muse' and why I had jumped at the chance to work here. The owner, Jason, had put his life into the place, creating...
It is mid may, late in the afternoon. It is a gloomy day the dark clouds block out the sun, holding back the brightness and hope for the day. All through the day the darkness hung in the air like a wet towel. Rain had just finished, for now, and was preparing for its next downpour. There I am walking along, listening to my music, as I daydream to myself. I...
Martin Davies was ready to end his life. It wasn't so much a decision as it was a conclusion, and unlike many who decided to end their game early, he'd come to it logically and stoically. At thirty seven, Martin had nothing to look forward to and no family that would mourn his passing. He'd been divorced for over a year and the business that he'd owned and...
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Copyright (c) 2019. * Back in the early 80s on my 21st birthday, I booked a room at one of the casino hotels in downtown Las Vegas, Nevada. I had never been to Vegas, and when I arrived, the city's main drag looked much like an explosion of color had happened. The neon lights...
This series is a non-sequential addendum to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline. Chapter 1 recounts our actual date night on Saturday, July 14, 2018. ******************************************* "I have a surprise for you, Mandy." My beautiful wife looked up from the book she was reading. "What is it?" "It's in our bedroom. I've been waiting to give i...