AUHTOR'S NOTE: This is a story about three bisexuals, a guy, a girl and a transsexual. For the purpose of the story I refer to the transsexual as her or she throughout the story. I felt it would be confusing to use the pronoun him when having sex with men. ***** PRELUDE Janet, Chrissie and jack were sitting around in the family room after another incredib...
The woman in this story associates colors with sounds and with forces of nature, even sex. This is a story of her quest to capture those colors in her abstract paintings, and of her love life with a French wine merchant and art collector, Andre, and a French-American fashion model and artist, Claudine. Chapter 1. Synesthesia; Andre The sound of the fog...
The night was young and she was going to meet her man, she was wearing the new lingerie that he bought for her, the bustier, G-string, stockings and suspenders not to forget the stilettos and on top she was wearing a flowing robe. He was sitting on the couch, dressed in a 3-piece suit, not aware of what she had planned for the night. Firstly the lights wen...
This isn't meant to sound vain or arrogant but I'm sexy and very pretty and look a bit like the singer Katy Perry. I've been popular with guys since my boobs first developed just after my 13th birthday. They are now 32c and I'm a natural size 10 with longish died black hair. I'm Bianca; 21 the youngest of three sisters, Tanya – 29, Stacey – 27 and me; the bl...
I suggest you read parts one and two to pick up a man's journey to womanhood caused by the woman he loves, his wife. Some of the items used may not be available in the market today. Rest assured they will be. The key to any conversion is the manipulation of one's mind. What the wife fails to remember is that each one of us has freedom of thought. I got up e...
It's a long day at the observatory. There's a new film, Russian-made, that I had to translate into subtitles so people can watch it tomorrow evening. We always expect a big crowd on the Holidays. Fourth of July especially. My hand shakes slightly as I slide my key into my lock. To keep myself from slumping against the door and passing out as I turn the key,...
The Start An 'arty' Bistro in Clifton, a rooftop lounge, a hearty meal and several glasses of vino lubricated the tongues at our recent gathering. Celeste, a graphics illustrator took the floor. As you can imagine, we were all absolutely disgusted at the tale she told us. I've lived in this area for years. I graduated from the "Slade" in '59 and came down...
It was early and the small bedroom was dark and cold when she awoke. Fall weather seemed to be coming early this year. Looking at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock she saw it would be going off in just a few minutes, so she got out of bed. In the kitchen she fumbled through the heap of dirty dishes in the sink and pulled out a coffee mug. After bla...
It was a late night at the office. This was becoming a regular habit. I was staring off into the distance as I contemplated the mountain of spreadsheets. All of a sudden my phone vibrated on the desk waking me from my slumber. I checked my phone needing a distraction. It was a message from Jo, an old friend from my home town. It simply said, "Call me. It is...
It was five months after our last threesome with Ned before we were able to get together again. Billie and I had moved into base housing. Shortly after our move, a private four-year liberal arts college hired her as a nude model for their life drawing classes. This was something she had done in the past, as an art major, to supplement our income. Shortly af...