Author's note: Although events follow on from "Three in a Tent Made for Two" this is a stand-alone story. ***** Greg and Tim were sniggering like school kids at the open sash window. They were tearing off sheets from the notepad headed Hoppingmaid Holiday Flats, folding them over and over till they were tight packets and throwing them down obliquely into t...
I entered the apartment carefully, fully expecting a handful of kitchen knives to fly across the room towards me. Susan ran towards me and kissed me strongly. So far so good. She seemed in a surprisingly good mood. 'Well,' she said, 'Did you fuck her up the arse as I told you to?' I managed a rueful laugh and said 'No.' That the conversation and the rejoi...
We'd both been working at an event down on the quayside. North Shields quayside that is. Not as fashionable as Newcastle's quayside, and with pubs much less likely to attract the smart young things. We'd been marketing some flats in a block that was once a seaman's hotel known as the Jungle. Why anybody would want to live there I'll never know, but since we...
I’d been unemployed for nearly six months. We were making ends meet, just. My wife was working as many hours as possible as a receptionist and I was picking up casual work when possible. Thankfully our son was in the Army and our 17yr.old daughter had moved in with her boyfriend to make things easier for us financially. As there was no answer from my pal’s...
Note: "This writer does not mean to imply that just because you are fat, old, short, and/or ugly that you are not popular, hot, and/or do not have love in your life. Except for Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, who are just idiots, we are all uniquely different and special individuals." * There was something in the air that night as Wendy drifted off to slee...
I was a Junior at Northeastern State when I met my soon to be husband. He was a Korean War Vet and older than most students there. We did the few things available in Tahlequah- went to the movies, attended frat dances and occasionly hung out in his apartment. We did a litlle fooling around, but nothing serious, just french kissing and rubbing each other thro...
My girlfriend Erica and I met in 6th form college at 16 and proceeded to go out for the next couple of years. It was, by and large, a good relationship and we were still in love when, at 18, the time came for us to both head off to university - although as fate and my grades would have it, we couldn't make it to the same one. Despite this we decided to stay...
This is an introduction to my crossdressing experiences, touching upon highlights along my journey. I will write more about these, and other encounters in detail, in time. These really are all true stories, no embellishments whatsoever. I had always been fascinated with women's clothing, specifically tights (pantyhose) and anything silky and sheer, like sli...
Prologue. My name is Jason, or at least it was. Eighteen months ago, I began to have strange pains, and for six months, no doctor could tell me what was wrong. The pains grew worse over time, and it felt like my body was going to twist itself apart. That ache was all over like my bones themselves were breaking apart inside of me. Then about a year ago, I wa...
Chapter 12 Roxanne was still pretty shaken from everything that had happened in the uber as Savannah dragged her along to the entrance of the mall. They were holding hands, yet it was clear that Savannah was the one in control. The tight grip she had and the way she took the lead didn't leave any room for Roxanne to even try and head anywhere else than wher...