Oh seven twenty-seven. I pushed the heavy steel door open and stepped outside for a smoke, greeted by a brisk January wind that was in stark contrast to the hot and stuffy atmosphere inside the prison. I felt my body shiver underneath my thick winter jacket as I fumbled for my cigarettes and lit one up. I took a long draw, relishing the heady feeling as a mi...
"Gail, oh Baby, don't do that. God, Baby, I'm trying to behave myself." "Um-m-m," she responded sleepily, "I was dreaming. I could feel your hands." Rolling her over, he was on top of her, resting his hardness against her heat. "See what you do to me." He moved against her. He was hard, so hard he hurt. He started kissing her and increased his exploration...
There have been countless books and "pick up" programs, that supposedly tell you how to read a woman's body language and use it to get her into bed. You know, "if she does this, she's waiting for you to do that", and other such nonsense. The reason I call it nonsense is because even the experts can't agree on what each signal means. That's logical, since all...
I'm still locked in the dungeon. No. Not me. My impostor is locked in the dungeon. I'm sealed inside a shell many miles away in some prison cell, forced to see, hear, and feel everything that the other me experiences. We've been here for weeks. It's been weeks since Mistress said she would come back soon. She and Elif had to do an easy job in Eatonton. Then...
After the wild exotic night of sex at the Pertersons' apartment, the next major event in Erica's life was the birth of her son. She had gone ten days past her due date still awaiting for the onset of labor, and subsequent delivery of her baby. Her doctor then ordered that she be admitted to the hospital on the morning of the eleventh day to be induced into l...
I was away from home for a week - any delay in posting this chapter is entirely my fault. But what a pleasure to come home and find all the comments on Chapters 17 and 18. Thank you all for your support. Thank you, too, Anonymous Colonel. Excellent suggestions! At some point, I would like to include an epilogue of sorts, with some of the best feedback I’ve...
Twelve years had passed and I still can't get past her or our combined families betrayal. Trust! No bloody way! There is no forgiveness from me. No accept it, get over it and move on like they wanted. I knew it would take time, but I'd have my day! I've worked hard for the last twelve years after our divorce. I have lived like an impoverished monk to save e...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. * The Taco Bell was within walking distance from my house. Not too many people live beside a shopping center, but the rent was cheap. Every night I made the trip and every night I ordered the same thing; a burrito and a large drink. It was my excuse for a diet....
Ch. 19: Saturday - Monday A few quick notes: 1. this is the nineteenth and last 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 Because Saturday, Sunday and Monday are short...
I was in the ladies restroom, hands propped on the sink, staring at my reflection. Who was this stranger looking back at me? Someone who had just been thoroughly wrecked before lunch time, that's who. I run some water and scoop it into my mouth, swish, then spit. Pussy tastes great in the moment but you don't want that taste to linger. My skin is still flush...