This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, past or present, is completely coincidental. * Missy had a reputation. She didn't really care though. She'd never cared much for what other people thought of her. Even though she knew those old busybodies at the ladies quilting circle weren't the only ones who gossiped about her. She'd never cared m...
Chapter 8 - Hellen and Back ***** Hellen was a brilliant girl. Her school would have said otherwise. She was the kind of girl who knew all the answers to a test, but instead wrote crude jokes after the questions. She had openly embarrassed a few faculty and substitutes by inquiring if they knew some of the answers. When they failed to know it off hand, and...
Author's disclaimer: I am not a fan of 'Sissy' stories. Some crossdressed bloke dressed in taffeta and crinolines, frilly knickers, with blonde ringleted girly-girl hair being dragged along on a leash by some leather-clad dominatrix Mistress who forces him to be her sissy, spanking him and finally sticking a big plastic cock up his arse is not my forte. Tha...
** Originally written as Darkeyeddemon, when I lived on the east coast of Florida. In the wake of hurricane Katrina this story takes on new life and meaning for me. I donated blood and gave what money I could, but I still feel this sense of loss and vertigo as if there's something else I can do that I haven't thought of yet. If you know someone who was affec...
We decided to have a party after being in the house for a couple of years and invited pretty well everyone we knew to make sure we had a house full. We asked friends, some family and all the neighbours. One of those friends was a girl called Liz - my partner Molly had worked with Liz previously and they'd become really good friends even though Liz was a few...
Hi to all the readers, here is the next installment of Brad and 'Tanaya's story. I think there will only be another 1 or 2 chapters of the story and then I will have to turn my attention to Racers which I have neglected for far to long. MYGYPSY ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 'Tanaya limped into her house and looked around almost expecting there to be a mess since she ha...
All three of us lay in bed, after another satisfying session of sex together. I had the two most amazing women in the world on either arm. Anvi cooed to me softly, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could do this all the time...not only on weekends and lay-overs...but just as a part of our regular lives...together." I sniggered, "Hun...if we were together all the...
Author's Note: I took some inspiration for this next chapter from some of the comments, both public and private, that I had to the first chapter. In doing so, I've written about things (e.g. forced cross-dressing) that I've never personally experienced. Most of my writing is based on things that I've experienced and that I think I can relate. So, if I've mis...
It was an odd question to ask someone considered to be your best friend, or maybe I was reading it wrong since it was a text message.... The message, waking me from my sleep read, "I know this might sound weird, but can I use your wife to go to a wedding with me next Saturday?" Where do I even begin to respond? This text coming from my best friend Dan, wh...
The night was still young. I could have gone to see Lesheya, or Joubi, or Codyla, I suppose (two barmaids and a laundress - you'd be amazed by what the people who wash your clothes overhear). Somehow, though, that didn't seem like the right thing to do, immediately after seeing Malena home. Maybe I needed time to think, too. No matter how I turned it over...