I had John on speed dial on my cell phone. He picked up immediately. "Hello, Thomas." "I just called to say thanks. You certainly helped make my Friday interesting." He chuckled. "No problem. Is she there?" "Yep." "Put the phone on speaker." I looked at Sally. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard as rocks. She was actually rubbing her pussy t...
You can't deny that sanity was lacking from this room. The smell of sweatiness and salt from blood was almost as unpleasant as the shackles around their feet. No one knew the time of day; instead, time could counted by the amount of shallow breathe uttered from your shivering cell mates body. Aside from the severe discomfort, I had to find a way of escape....
The depression didn't seem to be bottoming out. 1934 seemed the worst year so far. Those with jobs for grateful to have them. Many more looked in from the outside, hungry for diversions to take their minds of their misery. , Hollywood was still making money and was always up for stunts that would awe and amazed the public. Such an event as a major studio spo...
It was a crisp, clear fall evening as I made my way to the airport seventy five miles away to await the arrival of my wife from her trip to the west coast to visit college friends. My last check of the airline app indicated that the flight was on time and she would be arriving close to midnight after a week-long "girls' trip" that had included sun and surf,...
Roberta Rodriguez began her career in the security profession as a Saturday night guard in the local mall, walking the dark and empty passageways and climbing the sleeping elevators while the rest of the city enjoyed the height of the weekend. As a young woman without either children or a criminal record, it was easy to find such menial work that required on...
This is a sequel to Steam Room Mishap. Enjoy. *** Officer Kristen looked at me expectantly as I started to remove my clothing and place the articles in the bag she held out to me. The intake area was not at all private and most of the police station could see the entire area. Desperate to maintain some modesty, I paused sheepishly when I got to my underwea...
Tom stopped at a small bar, ordered a beer and sat at a table at the back. The first beer went some way in reducing Jess's scent from his mouth and nose, but not completely. As he was drinking his second beer a woman smiled at him from a nearby table. He smiled back but nothing more, he just wasn't interested. He walked back to Katie's small flat and undres...
Even a month ago, when my wife's feminization plan was well underway, I never expected that one night I would be stumbling my way to a jail cell. Darius was half carrying me in the basement of the police station. My hands were still handcuffed behind me, and Darius had a grip on my upper arm. My stillettoed feet couldn't really keep up with his long strides,...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...
She always felt so much at home when she visited the island. Silly really since she spent almost all of her time elsewhere -- working long, tedious hours at the law firm so. Still, her vacations always brought her here -- to the warm breezes, the smell of the ocean, the lush foliage -- so it seemed that each time she was able to visit, she was coming home. T...