I have a few dozen stories here under the Gary_Alexander name. Somehow that account got screwed up so until I can move all the stories over here, that's where you can read them. New stories (such as this one) will also turn up here, of course, especially if anybody seems to want them. ***** After a really brutal winter, which seemed as if it would never e...
It was about two weeks after New Year when Jackie left a strange message on my machine. I got home Monday morning and amazingly, my phone was blinking. "Hey kid," it said. " Get some good rest Wednesday because we're going shopping right after the mall opens." What the hell! But I figured I could snooze until then. If I could get a quick nap before I heade...
I hated my morning commute. The short walk from my downtown building let me enjoy the personal space that I would soon be stripped of once in the subway. As I waited for my train, along with 200 other strangers, I noticed a cute girl looking at me and I recognized her from my building. She waved and walked through the crowded platform toward me. "Hi, you li...
When my parents found out about the many adventures that left me without a stitch of clothing, they were furious. At first, they refused to buy me new clothes, opting instead to keep me grounded and dressed in bedsheets and whatever rags we had, and when the graduation ceremony rolled around, where I found myself attending naked under my gown, thankfully, t...
This was inspired by Andrea_Adores. Go ahead and look her up here. She's magnificent. This is a tribute to her, and to Nikki. ------------------------------ I really can't help it. It's the way they click on cold hard marble floors, or on smooth parquet, or on the concrete of a parking garage... it's the way they make a woman's outfit go from corporate...
When I got home on Thursday my mother was home. She works for a company based in LA, which is 7 hours behind the UK. As her job involves lots of conference calls with head office, she works Californian office hours and is rarely home before 23:00. But there are exceptions, and this was one of them. "You're home early," I said. "I had a clear calendar, so I...
Another episode in the transvestite life of 18 year old Robert. The journey home was a long one. Margaret gave me a piece of her mind for not giving her the attention I should have done. I was sharing the back seat with her, and Sarah was in the front beside John. Soon Sarah was doing exactly the same to John, telling him how she had saved us all from disc...
The Greek sun beat down on the Mediterranean shore as I cast my eyes along the beach. The temperature had passed 40 degrees Centigrade and the place was a furnace. There was no wind to speak of and many people who had ventured from the hotel shade were seeking refuge from the heat in the sea. It was a small resort with just a small number of hotels and resta...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for the daughters of rather well off parents. I teach a final year class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year old girls, all seeming to want to outdo each other in showing off their wares in the shortest skirts and the tightest, thinnest blouses scho...
In Praise of The Bum (Or The Ass as Our American Cousins Call It) I don't know what it was but the rocking of the underground train always had the same effect on me at the end of the day. It made me sleepy. Today I was dozing before the train got to the next station. Maybe it was the heat, the tiredness (and boredom) from my job. The half a bottle of wine a...