When we're young, we can be extremely naïve! This applies to almost everyone, and it's my only excuse as to how Gerry caught me crossdressing so easily. I had paid for a room in the hostel where he worked as a caretaker, and expected privacy. It simply never occurred to me that he, or anyone else for that matter, would feel at liberty to intrude upon me on t...
Notes: This was inspired by the video and song, My Girlfriend's Girlfriend by Type O Negative. Our Neat Triangle I sat back against the arm of the black leather couch, watching the two girls on the floor in front of me. My seemingly unaffected stare watching their every little move. One of them my girlfriend, hair as long and dark black as mine, her lush c...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
Disclaimer: This story is for adults only. This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual content. If you are not 18, or the equivalent age in your viewing region, You are not permitted to read this. Authors Note: This story could be true or it could be fiction, if you are not old enough to recognize the difference then you are not old enough to be rea...
Things had been getting difficult at work lately. The open planned office was awash with fear. Ten people were made to go last week; the general consensus was that more would be following. It was such bad timing - I'd only recently bought my house. At twenty eight, I thought I was doing ok. I had some savings and I knew I couldn't stay at my mother's for the...
Leonardo Lain's airship nudged at the tip of the city's tallest tower. He stroked his assistant's bare breast beneath her silk dress as idly and warmly as a kitten, enjoying the stiffening of her nipple like a tactile-purr against his palm. "None of that tonight, please Mr Lain," Polly said. "My lover will not approve." "Don't worry, Pretty Polly, she will...
"Sorry, Crystal," Ron said, giving her a wan smile as she stood by the kitchen door into the front foyer, Kindle and small backpack under her arm, "Could you wait for me to get Troy's supper out before I take you home? Sorry I was late. Bad day at the office." Troy grimaced when he saw Ron dump the broccoli heads in the steamer but perked up a bit when Ron...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. This story is AU. * John McBain had just stepped...
Missy rushed into the hotel room, dropping her purse, coat and briefcase on the floor--but she kept a tight hold on the little package in her hand. Missy barely kicked the door shut before she was squirming out of her suit jacket and kicking off her black pumps. These landed unceremoniously on the floor beside the other items scattered on the floor. The r...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 This story is purely fiction. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is implied. I want to thank MiliktheRed for editing this story. * My name is Paul Gray. I am an assistant professor of physics in a medium sized college. I normally was very careful, not leaving anything to chance. As I re-discovered, it only takes...