Chapter 4 - Rich Guy, Poor Girl Combinations Amber had bought an expensive designer roll-on suitcase that she'd packed for the weekend. As usual, she was dressed to the nines, this time in a little black dress that showed a lot of sexy thigh, five-inch heels that telegraphed 'come fuck me', an obvious lack of under garments that made any male figuring out t...
Before my big change, I was known as Anthony. I grew up as a boy and never in my wildest thought something like what had happened to me would or even could happen. I would say that I was a normal young man, 18 years old and getting ready to leave for my first year of college. My father had left us when I was real young and the next thing I knew there was ano...
"Mae, you still make the best apple pie ever!" my father said, rubbing his full stomach contently. There were hearty agreements from the rest of the adults sitting around the table. Mrs. Nolan's pie wasn't the only dessert out. Our neighborhood's annual block party was winding its way down and the table was covered with some of my favorites. Mrs. Franklin's...
"Hey, guys!" My wife Jean squealed as she caught site of our friends, Brian and Lisa, waiting in the Baggage Claim area on Sunday. She ran to them and threw her arms around Brian. As usual the two of them embraced bodies touching from shoulder to knee. As usual I saw Brian's hand land right below Jean's belt. Not far enough below to cause a scene, but it alw...
Chapter 02: Uncle Bill and Kate Authors note: This story is a continuation of a previous story entitled ""Uncle" Bill the mentor". Although it can be read independently, I'd suggest reading the first part before reading on. * After dropping Kate at the airport in Burlington, I drove back to the house in a pensive mood. I found myself in a deep struggle be...
***This story is dedicated to my real 'Francis'. My name is Dawn. I was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana to a very strict, religious, Catholic family. My father (who was actually southern Baptist but brought us to mass anyway) was physically and emotionally abusive to me and my older brother after our mother died when I was six. We dealt with it in...
Everyone has a story about his or her first time. Some are good, some are bad, and some are really embarrassing. Some are actually just humdrum and ordinary. My own story is probably one of the ordinary ones. Nothing embarrassing happened. It was enjoyable and fun, but I'm sure I wasn't all that great. In fact, the details are probably too boring to even bot...
Despite having less income than others in town, the residents of Fairweather Park were a close-knit group, almost like family. On the day Trixie-Lynn Amber turned 18, they threw the biggest party anyone in Fairweather had seen in a while. 'A while' as in last week, when Hope Kane had her eighteenth birthday party. We'll get to that when the detail is releva...
A Seasonal Clef story Dana got us into this. She said that we had it wrapped up. We couldn't lose. I've heard that before. I'm Oswald MacDonald, but everyone calls me Mac. I'm 6'6" tall and I weigh almost 165 lbs dressed and wet; a beanpole, in other words. I exercise and lift weights, but I still don't gain weight. To add to that, to all intents and pur...
My name is Mark Thompson and I was born and raised in a small town a few miles southeast of Houston, Texas. My parents, Michael and Kerrie Thompson, were both professionals that commuted back and forth into Houston every day. They were both attorneys, but my father however, was a federal judge. My mother had no political ambitions therefore; she chose to be...