I had a feeling my brother's Halloween party was going to be lame. I was right. Geek friends and high school drama club kids. I suppose that's why my parents even agreed to let him have it. He was a senior in high school and they knew by now that the kid couldn't get into trouble even if he fell head first into it. It was a chilly October so most of the cost...
The San Francisco offices of the Hearst Communications group occupied a fashionable highrise in the downtown area. The building hosted the main offices of Cosmopolitan for Futas, Futa Housekeeping, Futa's Day, and Oprah Magazine but for Futas, as well as a laundry list of other web and advertising media that catered to the hermaphrodite population. As San Fr...
I woke the next morning to the annoying sound of the phone ringing. I stumbled to the side of the bed, my face falling in direct sunlight, and I cursed my laziness in not closing the curtains properly the night before. I finally grabbed the phone, pulled it to my ear, and grunted. A deep voice responded briefly. "Letterbox." I responded intelligently. "Huh...
1 Many of us balk at the idea of storytelling being something of a clinically constructed device, but everybody has their own methods; ways of writing that work best for them. Long before I studied media I was a ball of chaotic creative energy with little conscious method beyond the dialogue and the description. I can look back and both cringe and revel...
Chapter 3: The Museum Nicola had run upstairs after the incident with Tom's cum. She hadn't known what to do at the time, so she wiped most of it from her face before returning downstairs. Tom was stood in the kitchen looking sheepish, Natasha was on her knees wiping the remnants of his seed from his bare thighs. "Turn around," Natasha said, almost annoyed...
My boyfriend and I have been together for nearly 20 years, so when asked how we get along so well, that's probably the best explanation. We're not even really super-open folks... we "swerve" around more than swing and we really don't make a huge effort to be wild "open" people. But since we've both been asked so many times in so many ways how we make it work...
Dear Danny, I'm missing you so much. I know I always said that our long-distance relationship would only work if we are completely honest with each other, so there's something I need to tell you. I just tried phoning you but didn't get an answer, so thought I should write this before I change my mind about telling you. I slept with somebody else. I'm so...
Okay, back to the correct numbering of the parts now. Has there really been six? I wonder how many of you, if any, have read all of them? Why not let me know if you have, or haven't come to that. By the way thanks to all of you who've taken the time to reply with, mostly thank goodness, nice mails and compliments. Please, though do let me know of anything yo...
[This story is not intended as a "slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am" porno tale, a semi-literate effort to recount genital jackhammering (either male to female, or vice versa) in such a way as to set a new Olympic record in the 100-metre dash. Your humble author has no problem with any such story, nor with those who enjoy them. That's all a matter of individual taste...
For the next week, I was watching Carla and Dora cavort daily, and doing increasingly nasty things to each other, in both the bedroom and to my increasing dismay, the bathroom. Friday's 'We're not in Kansas anymore!' moment was when Dora adjusted the bathroom camera for a closer view down into the bathtub, as she and my wife took turns pissing all over each...