Sam stepped back to let me be the first to mount the podium placed there to help one step off the jetty, over the lifelines and onto the yacht. That could be a case of courtesy on his part or just wanting a good look at my arse as I went first. Sam has always been one to do the gentlemanly thing of holding doors and letting me go first, so in this case I g...
Standing at the mirror, Sandy brushed back the stray hair from her face. Then she stepped closer and frowned at the reflection looking back at her. When did the wrinkles appear? Had they always been so deep? Her friends told her she could pass for 40, but she knew they were just being nice. The mirror didn't lie, and it was telling her she looked every one o...
Author's Note: To the people who constantly appreciated and asked for more, the third part is for you guys. A big thank you for all the love and support. Please let me know in the comments if you have liked reading the story. Day TWO. The following day, Grace woke up a little later than usual and found a sticky note beside her bed that read—"Your breakfast...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Eight: Guilt Trips The pyre for George, the templar whose real name had been Patrick, was up on the roof of the tower that night. All of the wardens – including the newly Joined ones who were still recovering – came; Fred had to be carried. My tear ducts had finally sorted themselves out, and I cried openly. It wasn't the first de...
This story is purely fictional and the product of my imagination. Please do not re-copy it with out attribution. It is not intended to be part of any pay sites and I would object to this story being used in that fashion. You can contact me at the address in my profile. * Jon pulled his mouth away from mine. I could feel his manhood pressed into my belly an...
Dee is a really beautiful woman and her husband is an idiot. I call him that because, although his wife is sweet and sexy and more than enough woman for any man, he is constantly philandering around with other women and, judging from some pictures that Dee has shown me, the other women are all Ally McBeal. Dee is definitely NOT Ally McBeal. She has womanly...
I recently came across imhapless' original story, "For The Greater Good," which I enjoyed very much except for the non-ending. But since imhapless asked others to write their own endings, I read both the GeorgeAnderson version and the amyyum version, and enjoyed both. However, I saw it a little different than both of them, so for the first time ever I decide...
4620 Main Street, on the corner of Carolina Avenue. Somehow that address has figured large in my life for nearly twenty years now. Things always seemed to just "happen" there, good and bad. These days it's a Starbucks coffee shop but in my teenage years it was "Carlo's Ice Cream and Soda". Back then, we used to hang out at Carlo's, share blissful hours list...
This is a continuation of my True Stories series, where I tell my readers about my real life adventures. In the next two instalments I will tell you about some of my encounters that were not particularly satisfactory. As most closet Transvestites will know, there are a lot of losers out there and some of them can even be a little scary. * Story One - The R...
I had no idea that the three weeks worth of torture, and anticipation had been leading up to until Anne sprung her latest surprise. I had been sitting in the living room and watching TV, though my mind wasn't really on the plot of whatever it was. Too much bare flesh was on show and it was turning my thoughts in uncomfortable directions. It's not even like t...