Fashion is Our Name - Part 14 - The Road to Prague Chapter 35 - An Anxious Journey After a restless sleep on one of the mats with a blanket, my alarm woke me at three-thirty and I put the coffee on as others used the bathroom and dressed in travel clothes. It was a quiet group with thoughts directed inward. Jeremy and Al and Ben came up the stairs, wavi...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Forty-six-year-old Tommy has sex with Susan's best friend's daughter, 20-year-old Christine. Continued from Chapter 7: "Sorry Susan. Really, I am," he said even, no doubt, he wasn't sorry at all. Susan looked at him as if she hated him as much as she hated her mother. "I know what I can expect fro...
It had rained earlier in the morning, a hard, wind-driven downpour and Nicholas was forced to sidestep ankle-deep pools of mucoid water that had collected at the street corners. Now the rain was letting up; the clouds began to skid off towards New England and beyond. Weak shafts of sunlight squeezed down between the buildings of midtown Manhattan. It was sti...
To the reader: This chapter is one containing little sex. Rather it is a preparatory chapter explaining the science experiment and serves as a necessary segue to chapters two and following which hopefully will satisfy your hormonal appetite. Enjoy. ***** Martin Bricker was one in a million; no, make that one in a billion. He grew up just outside a small fa...
I sat there a minute and thought What if a husband likes Porn, I mean won’t he see us doing things?” Mr. Long said “Our tapes go to the porn shops over sea’s to Germany and the Orient where millions of men will watch you and jack-off.” He said that and I got a chill, I knew men went to those adult stores but now if what Mr. Long was saying my face, my body w...
I was 26 when I met him -- R. I was working as a lawyer -- I was doing pretty well; I had always been smart, and having a pretty face, nice manners and a good figure never hurt anyone either. I was no dummy, swept off my feet by a charmer. It was just that he was remarkable. Rich, handsome, easy manners; very casual but also very personal when he spoke to y...
I waited for "Him" to back his car out from its parking space. Standing outside the motel room, leaning against the room's door frame, wearing only that sheer purple slip (that he insisted that I wear whenever he leaves after spending a few hours cumming in and all over my body), I watched his car. Both of my large nipples were pointing straight out strainin...
Author's Note: This is the final installment of this series. This has been a true story with the names & some details changed to protect the innocent. I would now encourage any comments, observations & criticism. Thank You! ***** As Johnny backed off of the foundational fence encircling Karen's house, he stumbled backwards to his automobile and switched th...
Part 3: A Taste of Contentment If you haven't read the first two parts of this story, you might be interested as they set up the background for this one. But if you're only interested in the transsexual aspect, start here. Background:A twenty-eight year old woman named Alyssa has been dumped by her boyfriend, Matt. After almost three months of depression...
Author's note: This story originated with a reader who is a realtor and organizer. On one occasion, she actually did find some hidden treasures in a house. My thanks to Kim for her help in creating this story. ***** It was one of those beautiful weekend days between spring and summer, not too hot or humid and perfect for a long morning walk in the neighb...