Hitting the highway with a Harley sitting between your legs is one of the most thrilling things I’ve ever experienced. The sense of freedom, the power, like you’re riding a piece of a storm. There’s no better sensation to have while heading out on vacation. Unless, of course, you’re having hot, steamy sex with a very attractive man. Then it’s a whole new b...
Tuesday, November 12th... Tuesday started just like Monday except the chastity device I wore today was white instead of black and had no butt plug. Other than that it was exactly the same. I started my day like the others and prepared Jess's breakfast, did a couple quick chores, and then headed off to work. I really did not have anything significant to do...
Arrangements Stan studied the fellow sitting opposite nervously fiddling with his cell phone. They were sharing a drink at the Pig & Thistle Tavern on Nassau Street in Lower Manhattan. His name was Colin Edwards: medium-height, athletic, wiry, two-day beard. He looked really tired. "Sorry," said Colin, grimacing as he put the phone away. "Seems I can n...
This story will start off a little slow as I give some background. It will pick up in later chapters. I would like to thank volunteer editors Neng Bora and Honorable Rogue who helped with the story line and editing. Please keep in mind that this is fantasy and as such some things might not work in real life. I welcome all comments good and bad. I have more c...
All characters are adults. ***** My name is Bud. After the state released me from prison I used my few dollars of separation money to start life anew someplace where opportunity wasn't rare or, worse, unknown. So I rode the bus to Gulfport, a town about the size of Savannah, on the Gulf of Mexico. At Gulfport I went to the halfway house I hadda referral t...
A newspaper flashed the portrait of a suited black man in front of city hall. A splash of orange juice swapped out of the glass. Danny licked his finger. He caught a visual snapshot of the yellow morning light shining at the cross beams of the wooden window. The brown leather briefcase rested on the center prep table of his home kitchen. The sturdy feel of t...
Cindy met Lucy at her locker after school. “Lucy, can you do me a favor?” Lucy closed her locker. “Sure Cindy, what is it?” Cindy gave Lucy her house key. “Can you drive over to my house and get my new tennis shoes? I forgot to bring them with me. They’re next to the dresser. I need them for cheerleader practice.” Lucy smiled. “Sure Cindy.” Cindy hugged...
** Note: This is purely fictional. All characters are fictional, as are any actions performed by them. Also, the story begins to breach into transsexualism from here on. Just a heads up ** * "You already know that I don't like people to wear shoes inside," Mike said when he came in my room as I was setting up my computer. "Don't want anything scratching...
All rights reserved. This Work may not be copied, published, republished or posted on any other venue or media, in whole or in part, without the author's express written permission. This is the conclusion of a two-part story. It won't make any sense until you've read On The Road To Dublin - Part 1. This my first story of any kind. Please remember to rate...
Luke finds a roommate who shares his muscle fetish and transforms her body into the girl of his dreams. ***** Part 1 ** Chapter 1 ** It was a crisp sunny fall day in Chicago. Luke was always sad when the weather started to turn to winter. He didn't mind snow or cold, it was just that everyone goes into hibernation until Spring. Everyone is just trying to...