© 2014 by Nom de Plume * "Missy, are you still there? Please don't hang up on me!" "I'm here." "I really want to see you." "I don't know, Ron...let me sleep on it, okay?" "Sure, Missy, whatever you say. Can I call you tomorrow?" "Okay. Bye Ron." I hung up before he could say goodbye. For a moment, I was actually going to give in to him! It did sound...
The taxi pulled into the driveway of my house at four in the afternoon. It had already been a really long day and I still had hours of daylight left to suffer through. I had been up before dawn to catch a flight to Chicago. My flight was delayed an hour, which I found out when I arrived at the airport. So, I got to Chicago later than expected. I tried to us...
Chapter Two - Ian's Story Ian Quinn was a bookworm. He inherited a talent for numbers from his father so math was his best subject in school. Growing up in a small towm in the Midwest, Ian made a name for himself with his phenomenal ability with numbers. Early in high school, he established himself as the guru of math and easily made extra money tutoring o...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* His first job was as an instructor at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. When he waddled into the classroom, glasses sliding down his no...
Dear Black woman, I want you to know this. I'm in love with you. I think I'm in love with you. I want to be in love with you. Am I in love with you? Can I love you? Can you love me? I don't know. So many questions. Who am I? I'm the Brother with the Ivy League MBA who's leading a Fortune Five Hundred company into the twenty-first century. I'm the Brother who...
My mind was in shock. I followed the officer to the waiting police car, barely listening as he read me my rights. He forced me into the backseat and I just faced forward. I couldn't look at the house. I couldn't see the faces staring back at me. I knew there would be a lot of them. Sheila was dead? I couldn't fathom it. I had just talked to her yesterday. A...
Every day of my life, I'm surrounded by unpleasantness. Sometimes, I wonder what is it that makes me different. And why the broad spectrum of humanity disgusts me so much. Seriously. Misanthropy is the perfect word to describe my state of mind most of the time. The things I see people do completely stun me at times. Male and female, black and white, straig...
After being discharged from hospital Andrea continues to recover from the after affects of the horrendous crime, physically she is doing well but there are mental scars that require lots of TLC from her family. More details of Jenny's horrific past are revealed and she finds comfort with Andrea. Alice considers hormones and breast implants. Finally the ra...
My alarm woke me at seven o’clock and I got up, took a shower. After I got dressed, I made myself a sandwich and ate it. I wasn’t sure whether Jill planned to feed me or not. Even if she did feed me, given her obvious focus on health, she might want to give me some kind of tofu concoction. That stuff gags me. Finally, I locked up my house, got in my car, an...
*** Transgender-themed stories which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** As I rounded almost the final corner heading home I was feeling pleased with myself. Just about my most successful outing ever. It had gone so well, the driving, parking in the shop car park, walking up towards the en...