Thanks to Blackrandi for again organizing this event. Sadly due to time constraints no editor was able to look this story over-so truly all and any error are mine. So- "Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure....
I enjoyed writing Leftovers so much as it gave me a challenge to write about the problems that Trans people must experience in making very difficult life decisions, that I thought I would write another Transgender story and this time put it into the Trans category where it belongs. However, this is another love story with a plot and character development and...
Hi all! Annabelle here with the next installment of Book Three! New reader? Start at Chapter 1. Yes, I know, that's so far away, but there's plenty of plot, sex and weird kinks for every reader here. Returning reader? Welcome back! Always glad to see you. As always, don't forget to rate, review, or drop me a feedback letter (I got some AWESOME ones this la...
***This is an Antebellum Story*** Although accustomed to the heat of August, Nancy still dripped with the sweat of a day's work in the fields. The summer was going to be just as brutal as last year, and the work load seemed almost fruitless as she heard about the value of cotton not being worth what it used to be. Nancy had not worked in the cotton fields...
Leonard was waiting for me as I stepped on board. "Your cabin is this way," he said. We went down a level, passing the galley and crew's mess to enter a long hallway with doors on both sides. "Women's bathrooms and shower are here," he said as he passed the door. "Navy showers only; you get yourself wet, do the scrubbing with the water off, then rinse at the...
The Perfect Pair, Chapter 3 (fetish, chastity, consensual, cross dressing) By ChangeYourPassword Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story...
1969 The Summer of My Life I was doing lunch dishes as I watched him make the long walk up my drive, the dust billowing from under his shoes with every step. It reminded me of when I was a girl and Uncle Clarence would let me take the reins as we rode the hay wagon. I would be mesmerized as I watched their hooves hit the ground, a puff of dust flew each tim...
Chapter Four -- Wendy Takes Charge November 1984 Robert wanted Charlotte to stay the night but they both knew it was fanciful and a downright dangerous idea. Robert Fellows may be the housemaster of Bridge House but he was still a student at Chelmsford College and would be subject to expulsion if they were caught. "Do that thing to me again and then I'll...
This is my late submission for Black Rand's "Wine and Old Lace" event. This is a work of fiction which is loosely based on the stories of people who lived through the war. It is not a criticism of American forces, Germans who live near British bases tell similar stories about the British troops stationed there. So here it is, I hope you like it. Feel free t...
Supposedly there was a time and a place for everything; as if the entire universe would come together like an audience to bear witness to a single blip of time and the perfect assemblage of particles and circumstances that would hear a child's first words or the detonation of a nuclear weapon. This was one of the stories, the salves, humans applied to face...