Ch. 13: Sunday A few quick notes: 1. this is the thirteenth chapter of a longish story, a novel in many chapters 2. everyone is 18+ 3. there is no safe sex here - cause it's a fantasy, not an instruction manual 4. crossdressing and gender bending, not everyone's cuppa tea - be forewarned I went down Sunday morning wondering whether Julia had anything p...
After a week of self-directed anger for letting this peach of a girl slip away, Brad resigned himself to his loss and returned to earnest work, finding his way through the new layers of added responsibility. He arrived in Korea four days ago. Problems with their upgraded avionics in T-50 jet trainers taxed both Brad and his two local engineers to their lim...
"Here," mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets -- probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apart around the rim. "You need to fill at least these two if you want both cherry jam and a cake tomorrow,"...
(Author's Note: I would like to thank several of my fans for suggesting some of the scenes in this story. And to Allan, who provided the inspiration for it.) Some people may find it quite strange that Jenny followed her lover from the relatively placid town of Finchley to the frenetic environment of New York City, but she did just that. She had barely de...
Brief Acknowledgements This story was an experiment by me and my patient and amazing husband. We wrote it together, in collaboration, just for ourselves, and both liked it so much that we wanted to put it up somewhere so others could appreciate it too. Although we both wish to remain nameless, I want to give him credit for most of the material from the male...
Chapter 02 Accepted as a schoolgirl Unusually Bablee didn't wake up with the sun rising. Last night had been a fearsome experience, and she didn't get to sleep until late. The girls were lazy westerners and predictably were still asleep. She lay there thinking about that boy she had been in bed with. He was only eighteen, yet they had a sexual experience...
'Mr. Morton, what is the meaning of this?" Mrs. Swanson had summoned Carl Morton her newest boarder to her parlor. Displayed on the coffee table were two white sheets; white. that is. except for the yellowish stains that Carl could plainly see. "I..I..I d.d.don't know!" Carl stammered embarrassed to be questioned about the obvious semen stains on the otherw...
To be honest, I can’t really pinpoint where my fetish for hairy women began. As a kid, I can remember looking at old photos of Victorian woman in lingerie, and thinking they looked slightly strange with the thick patches of hair in their armpits, and when I did see the occasional woman with hairy pits in real life, I thought it unusual rather than exciting....
The four men made their way downstairs. Ruaraidh in front, Faolán closely behind him, with Cahal and Calan bringing up the rear. They were four men on a mission it seemed, making a beeline to the booth housing the four exotic ladies. All four knew their appearance and status. They knew that they were good looking and they also used it to their advantage. "H...
Winter, 1982 Cami and I had met up behind our high school auditorium. It was night, but the area was lit because the drama club had a production of "Death of a Salesman" running. As promised, Cami was wearing my letterman's jacket. I could see her short dress, too short for this time of year, poking out below the hem, and I could only see skin above the top...