The cable was out. Jonathan spent a few minutes slapping the receiver before turning off his television. He looked outside, expecting to see other frustrated sports fans shaking their fists at the heavens, but all the other houses hummed along with the normal glow of a weekday evening. He cursed his provider and went to check the score on his phone. The disp...
My name is Janice, but everyone except my grandparents calls me Jay or J. I originally wrote this story 10 years ago when I was 20 years old. It was published on a couple of sites back then. At the time it was my little secret admission of guilt, like a Catholic confession of sorts. A few years ago I came across it again online and saw that it was too br...
Everything had to be absolutely perfect. I waved Teresa off as she reversed out of the garage and headed back inside. I went straight to the calendar and stared at it, excited. I felt my cock begin to stir... and quickly clamped down on the thought. Stay cool, I told myself. Tonight... March 10th 2008. A day that had a big red exclamation mark on it. Mar...
Captain Horace lay back in his seat, eyelids fluttering. This evening had not gone as planned. He'd promised himself he'd keep an eye on Lleva, to make sure she didn't get up to anything to embarrassing in the servant's quarters, didn't have her way with anyone, ask any major questions. He didn't trust that girl. Everyone else in the castle thought that Pri...
"Your place or mine?" "Yours Hemsworth. I need serenaded." A snockered Regina hugs two separate arms as they enter clumsily through their Brownstone's back entrance. Ivy Proctor snorts hiding her laughter as Regina and Gnarly banter with the best of them. He was the charming rogue, she was sly and foxy. Ivy? She was the just high on life. Attracted to Regi...
I'm on a Greyhound Bus heading south, sitting right down at the back at the outside window. It's the appropriate place for a runaway slave; soon to be an ex-slave if everything goes to plan. Every few minutes I can't help craning my neck around to squint back along the road as best I can. I'm half expecting to see the blue and red flashing lights of the loca...
I have known Edith almost all my life and for as long as I've known her she hadn't liked me. It started in the first grade when she accused me of pulling her pigtails. The teacher stood me in the corner for ten minutes despite my protests that I hadn't done it. Then, to add insult to injury Edith stuck her tongue out at me when I left the corner to go back t...
I am in the process of reposting my stories. *** "The Life and Times of Lady Vargos" is the second book of the Martin Hastings adventures into a life of forced feminization. This story follows the feminization and marriage of a reluctant young man as he is forced to accept his fate as a male/bride, in a same sex marriage, arranged by his family. This stor...
NOTE: I finally managed to finagle a few moments away from family responsibilities to rewrite this old chapter. My parents are still ill, elderly, and still living five hours away from me, so I don't know when I'll have another chance to work on the story, but I hope you enjoy this installment! Sleeping Beast is still at the top of my To Do list, whenever I...
A Tale Concerning Miss Chadwick, of London, in which knowledge is conveyed concerning the Particular Customs of the City of Quaroun. ***** Miss Anne Chadwick, of Jarrold Square, London, a spinster of three-and-thirty years, was seated in the gardens of her brother's house on an evening in the autumn of the year 19__, reading a volume of modern poetry, when...