"I have never...had a one night stand." I lifted my glass and took a drink. Dan and Serena did likewise, smiling as they drank from their large mugs while Erin sat back and watched with a smug expression. "Okay," Dan said, wiping his mouth as he set his beer back down on the table. "My turn." We all turned our attention towards him as he stroked his chin...
"Tell me what's going to happen," he said, his voice calm and quiet. The ridiculousness of the statement made my head spin. I looked up at him from my kneeling position in front of him. He was standing there, legs spread slightly, hands clasped behind his back. He was fully dressed in a suit, his tie slightly askew. His black trousers were neatly pressed,...
Chapter Six Submission It was a week before either George or Charlene was able to give the last of the eight fantasies more than a passing thought. George had just won a new contracting job and was knee deep in the process of getting the necessary permits and hiring the right sub-contractors. The crisis pregnancy center had received its seemingly annual re...
Stacy Lancaster was working on her makeup when she heard her husband's cell phone ring. She didn't think anything of it. She was a bit preoccupied. Stacy usually didn't wear makeup. Even at work where she was an office manager she only wore a little lipstick and skipped that half the time. She had become reasonably proficient with blush and eye-shadow, occa...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? As my regular readers are aware, I enjoy writing about the transgender experience from different perspectives. Here I write about a transgender woman whose experiences in prison were quite different than she expected them to...
*Wednesday A big thank you to @brokenbrumbygirl for taking a look and improving this latest chapter. I hope you enjoy.* ***** Jack's eyes cracked open a fraction as he awoke. He was snuggled in behind Angela, which he knew from the familiar shape and aroma of her body. Lifting his head, a tiny fraction he could just about make out the long black hair of G...
This is a true event. Some details have had to be reconstructed, as I mention in the tale, because it happened a number of years ago, and because it happened too quickly for my mind to take it all in. ***** As a younger man, I was in the Marines, stationed in San Diego. I had risen through rank quickly, and had become associated and friendly with many seni...
A man's ego is one thing you don't screw around with, especially when the subject is what happens in the bedroom. I'm not saying a guy needs to be stroked every time, but if there's a problem in that area, it needs to be kept in the bedroom. I have a wife that has a big mouth and sometimes she just needs to keep it closed or wrap around my dick where it will...
I loved the band Satellite from when I was just a very young girl. They had long hair and masterful bodies that they strutted across stages from coast to coast. I suppose you would call me a groupie. I listened to every song and knew every beat and nuance of Satellite's rowdy, velvety music that enhanced the sexual energy of both genders. Step 1 Know the m...
This story continues on from "Nika is sold to a lesbian mistress". Though this chapter also works as a stand-alone story. ***** Nika heard the front door slam and ran to see her Mistress. She found her in the living room slumped in an armchair nursing a large whisky. Nika obediently knelt at her feet. Looking up she saw that Katya seemed to be on the verg...