*Thanks to PokingFun for her editing expertise* *No true sex again in this part, but there is close contact* *There are three horrible events in this section; a suicide, a murder/suicide at a daycare, and our protagonist gets fisted as part of a police intimidation tactic. I do not feel they are gratuitous. They feed into the dark desperation of the story'...
If you've hung in with the story until now, thank you. If you're just getting started; welcome. I suggest you read Chapters 1-5. They will give you a better understanding of the characters and situations. There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. As usual constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to r...
Author's note: I started writing this a long time ago and enjoyed the way it was going (At least in my head). I've held off posting this first chapter because I wanted to get more done, but I'm curious to see if people are really interested in this story line before I go too much further. Please feel free to comment. I do read them. I also make an effort n...
I'm giving up on calling these chapters epilogues as there are just things that happened I want to tell, but the main story line has concluded. This is still wrapping up loose threads and filling in details, some answering questions from emails and feed back. Again, all the names have been changed to protect the innocent, as well as the guilty. And again, th...
[The story so far: Nick and Lindsey have inherited a house they must remodel together according to her aunt's will. As their DIY renovation proceeds, Nick falls hard for Lindsey even though he soon learns she's transgender and has a cock. Despite Nick's enthusiasm, Lindsey is dubious about getting involved with a guy who has previously been entirely straight...
I discovered my power by accident. I wouldn't call it a super-power, but it did come to form my self-identity. I also discovered my power could also be my weakness. Let me start at the beginning. I was hanging out at a friend's pool with a bunch of my high school friends. I wore my new two-piece, which was not sexy or all that revealing. What it had, thoug...
{This rambles, most of what I write does. Can't help it, I am 71 now, which means I get to if I want to.} +++ Hell, I wasn't early, I was right on time. It was a Wednesday, just another long day at work ended, so I went home. My name is Tom, the wife, June. Nothing special about either of us, she is a dishwater blond, packs about 10 stubborn pounds that s...
All of the signs were there; had been for some time, but for various reasons they hadn't registered on me. The biggest reason being my job. My company had been bought out and the new management had come in, reorganized and I was scrambling to re-learn that I thought, up until then, that I had down cold. I concentrated on work and as a result I didn't notice...
Looking at my watch, I groaned as I saw it was still five minutes to 7. "Did this damn thing stop!" I said to myself as I stared at the big pile of applications that were to my right on the desk I was sitting at. Deciding that I'd at least get a jump on things, I grabbed some of the papers on the pile and started tapping them on the desktop, straightening t...
"Case dismissed." The words rang out clearly and understandably, spoken by the judge as his gavel hammered down, releasing my wife from the charge of murder. She was innocent as far as the law was concerned but she was guilty of a crime a lot more personal and destructive to our marriage. What had led up to my wife being charged with murder started a littl...