I sat in Jane's car as we pulled away from the house still trying to gain my bearings. As we drove things began to look very familiar to me. "I know where we are!" Jane looked over from the drivers seat. "Huh?" "Never mind..." "What do you mean you know where you are?" Jane asked with a puzzled look on her beautiful face. "I don't know Jane... sorry... ju...
I've never been afraid of the dark, as such. I'm more a little bit cautious than outright scared. Well, at least that's how I was before the party at Maggie's place last weekend. Maggie is one of my childhood friends who I've never lost touch with, even though we're both almost thirty now. But that's pretty much all we have in common -- Maggie walks into a...
Ciel "Ahhhhgh" I scream as I get thrown to the floor, my head banging against the hardwood in an almost blinding pain. Blood trickling down the back of my head; his hand reaching out and grabbing my hair, yanking me up to face him. "Stay down you cheating bitch!" Tom screamed into my face kicking me in the gut, not enough to break my ribs, but hard enoug...
It's the end of another long but successful night on Carrie Underwood's "Storyteller" tour, and Carrie is rushing off to her hotel room to feed her growing habit. Unlike most of the stops on this tour, Carrie is flying solo, since she had found a babysitter to take her son off her hands, which meant she could spend some time alone and doing things she wante...
I am a 47 year old man named Dave and I manage a group of 143 people in a 3 story building. My office is on the 3rd floor in a corner with lots of windows. This story is about a day that challenged my commitments to company policy, and my own marriage. I had to review some contracts that our lawyers had made changes to late on Friday. Their manager told me...
Jim was walking down the South Coast Plaza mall towards Nordstrom. He had applied for a job there and was looking forward to his first interview with his, hopefully, new boss. Natalie had sounded pretty on the phone. When he got there, Jim took a seat in one of the black leather chairs near the back of the men’s sportswear department. He noticed a lot...
Charles Richards rejoined his friends at their table in the nightclub toward the end of the Christmas Party on Friday night, December 14, 1956. His wife Diana was onstage again for her last set. He had called his and Tom's boss at the FBI and told the Assistant Director about the night's developments. Peter Woods was going to call it in to Washington. But h...
I don't brag about much, but I do have to say that I am a damn good cross-dresser. When I slip into a dress, no one can tell I have eight inches of meat hanging between my legs. I've had relationships with more than a dozen men who never knew the difference. It helps that I have a girlish face with a small nose and innocent, blue eyes. Glamor and Cosmopolit...
Ours is a pretty unusual story so I'm going to take you through it slowly. My name is Wayne Dyson. Both my wife Angela and I work for a local TV station and are local "celebrities". She is the Entertainment reporter and sometimes fills in as weekend news anchor. I host two shows about sports. Angela has been at the station a year longer than I have, just ov...
This story has elements of homosexuality in it. If that offends you, please don’t bother reading this. Please feel free to offer praise or criticism but please refrain from calling me racial names. ENJOY! During the summer of Angela’s seventeenth year, Candi and I realized that our sex life was dull and uninteresting. We loved each too much to quit our marr...