“Good Lord,” Leila sighed to herself in her empty apartment. “Is there anyone else without a thing to do on a Saturday night?” She was, with the exception of her collection of tetras in the fish tank along one wall, alone. It was a beautiful Saturday evening in early summer, and even though there were concerts, movies, and a plethora of restaurants to enjoy...
************************************************* This is an erotic story about a transvestite who meets her male partner for an afternoon sex session. As such it contains transvestite and gay/bisexual elements as well as light bondage. If any of these offend you please stop reading now otherwise I hope you enjoy (leave a comment at the end if you do!) *****...
It had been a quiet day at the office so far. It wasn't a particularly hectic place on the best of days but with most of the assessors out of the office, it was rare that there was a lot of work to do. As was per usual, Thomas was taking advantage of the quiet day to surf the internet and fill out a few more online application forms. He was getting tired of...
She walked into the dance club, her warm brown eyes scanning the smallish crowd for a familiar face. She didn't see anyone that seemed familiar and her it settled her nerves but did not make them go away. She decided to walk over to the bar and have a seat to wait. Upon doing so the bartender took her drink order and then left her alone with her swirling tho...
Part Ten of 12 Lays of Xmas, the full novella version. Eleven is about 80% finished, but here is where I hit a wall for a while. Work, y'know? Any similarity to any persons living, loving or otherwise - well - you know who you are. Oh, and Happy Birthday, baby. * * * * * The Twelve Lays of Xmas Ten Lords A'Leaping The apartment was still and peaceful th...
Molly was always losing things—the car keys she locked in the car that ended up stolen, the ATM card she loaned to an ex-boyfriend, the savings she had invested in the bogus mining stock. It took her years to admit they weren't just accidents, acts of God, the world setting itself against her. She hadn't admitted it after she lost that first wayward child...
The finishing touches were almost in place. I looked at the clock -- she would be here in 20 minutes. I was waiting for this last song to download -- Michelle loves Frank Sinatra. As soon as it said "complete," I would add it to the playlist of love songs I had compiled for tonight. Yes, tonight would be special for Michelle and I. We are going to make love...
Chapter 1: Confusion "George we need to talk," Justine says as she steps in front of me, eyes lowered and almost trembling. Looking at my wife, I smile at her while thinking, what a lucky man I am to have a wife like Justine; beautiful, intelligent, and my best friend. But she has successfully blocked my path. "Baby can we talk after I return from my ride?...
A continuation of "Foot Slave" by jaffamate (Jaffamate has allowed me to continue this tale, and I am thankful for that.) (I recommend reading the original story first, as this one picks up immediately following it.) * The next morning I awoke as Paul rolled over to me on the bed, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I returned the kiss, prolongi...
Just about every office has one; that one really hot woman who wears her skirts a little too short and her blouses a little too low and/or tight? My office is like that, but I have it good. There are four of them here; one who is tall, about 5'11" who likes to wear heels that push her over six feet, another who is very petite, a third who is a little plump w...