Chapter Six: On My Way to My New Life at The Agency. Well the day has come for my transition in my life to becoming another sissy maid and sissy slut (aka: comfort girl) to 'The Agency'. Over the last two hard and humiliating weeks Master Camron and Sir Gage now as paid agents to my joining the team at 'The Agency' have helped me sell, give away or toss o...
The first time I met Joan was the day she started work at the bank. I was young then, 22 years old, full of ambition. It was 1998, South Africa was learning to be a democracy, the apartheid era was confined to the history books along with racial segregation. I am a third generation Indian that was born and raised in Johannesburg. I grew up during the aparthe...
"There are fairies at the bottom of our garden" At the bottom of our garden, over a low fence, there is a small wood. Long ago it was part of an immense Royal Forest, home, so it was said, to wolves, bears, deer, squirrels, wild boar and many other forest denizens. At the end of the nineteenth century the "Developers" moved in. In the following decades the...
I realize this is not a typical contribution. I soul-searched a lot before I decided to go ahead and enter this into the contest. I think sometimes, we all need a little reminder that we are not alone. I hope this message brings you comfort and healing. Sometimes I wish, for just one moment, that you could experience the world through my eyes and know that...
Troy was tall and dark and handsome, with thick forearms and facial hair that made him appear a little rough around the edges. He wasn't one of the perfectly manicured beta males that were so easy to come by. He had something mysterious about him in the way he carried himself. He didn't waste words for small talk and being known by people he didn't care for....
On September 2nd, on her way home from the office, Phoebe drove her car into an intersection. And she never drove out of it. He car was struck by a driver doing just shy of 65mph. She was thrown from the car. Her head hit a curb. It should have killed her. At the hospital they first drilled holes to relieve the pressure on her brain. Then they removed p...
Edited sun_sea_sky Thanks again. Lyrics; Supertramp; Another man's woman * Kelly arrived at the party late, the action being in full swing. He really wasn't going to come, didn't know many people that were here. His invitation had been at the instance of his hostess. Margie was hot, she looked just like his ideal vision of a girlfriend. She was not too t...
2003: The homeless woman stared up at Solace’s window. Her bony fingers lightly gripped the handles of her ancient shopping cart, which contained her entire life. Her eyes blazed with determination. She wore a tattered tee-shirt with the phrase “Isn’t It Ironic?” emblazoned in large, red letters. Surprisingly, her jeans and sneakers were in relatively good c...
"I give an honest promise to you. My viewpoint of your character is unchanged by this request. So, do not bother your mind with how you imagine that I'll look at you after this... Just sit back and enjoy this form of attention... It's perfectly fine if his tongue makes your scream... That's what he's here to do..." Bella's muscles retain hardened symptoms o...
As you may remember from my previous story, I am a thirty-something Englishman who lives in the rain forest. I live in a secret tribal village that is occasionally visited by wealthy celebrities. The next visitor whose pleasures I experienced was a minx of a young lady by the name of Christina. I'm sure that you've all heard of her. She arrived one sun...