Sorry it took so long. My computer crashed and I lost everything. I had to start all over with my thesis. Here is the next installment. Enjoy. Anybody interested in editing please email me. Thanks. "Conall Conall wake up." "Yes, love. Is something wrong?" "I just had another dream." He sat up and propped up a couple of pillows then pulled me bac...
I minced into the kitchen in a new dress, feeling terribly nervous. My small pink butt plug added somewhat to my wiggle, reminding me at every step that sissies need constant training. I brushed my hands against the skirt of my princess dress one more time, smoothing out again all the wrinkles that my imagination created, and again touched the hair of my wig...
I'm not going to go into every detail of my life, looks, wants, or needs because – simply put – most of it isn't important. I'm a "just the facts ma'am" guy so forget the window dressing. While my story revolves around what I always refer to as "The Event," there is some background necessary so that the average reader will perceive this story to be more li...
Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...
I was feeling a bit nostalgic the other day. Do you ever get like that? Usually it happens during a quiet time when I'm by myself. I start to remember things of my past, my childhood, family members who have left this life, my hometown. You know what I mean, just contemplating a simpler time when the pressures of this world just didn't exist for me in my you...
Note: This work of fiction is written in the second person. Though the written characters are female, the language will work whether you, the reader, are male or female. All written characters are 18 or older. Synopsis: Brimmton College has a reputation for beautiful yearbook pictures. What happens when a rebel like you doesn't want to smile for the camera?...
"Crap!" Eddy said under strained breath as he ran to catch the bus. The smell of gasoline filled his nose as it pulled away from the stop. His large belly bounced up and down as he reached out and waved for the driver to stop. Sweat trickled down his neck, staining his black shirt. With the last bit of air in his lungs Eddy yelped, "Wait!" Despite his effor...
One of the best feelings is driving fast down a back road in the summer. Messy hair, adrenaline pumping through my body, heart racing, muscles tensing. It's a great way to work through stress and angers of every day life. Well, that is, until you take a sharp turn slightly too fast and move into the other lane not seeing the motorcycle coming towards you. Lu...
My name's Sharon, I'm nineteen and I've just finished school. You might be interested in my adventure with my elder brother Kevin on the Mediterranean holiday with our parents we've just returned from. It started one evening when we were all walking back from a restaurant. We passed a sign reading "Plage Nudiste" in French, which means "nude beach," pointi...
I was acutely aware of all the clothes I was missing. My skin crawled under the uncomfortable sheets. I felt exposed and gross. I felt unsightly in my own skin. I wouldn't even have wanted to look at me. My chest was rising and falling quick tugging the blankets up with every inhale. I felt noisier than I probably was since I could only hear my breath in t...