En 2022 la France en avait marre. Après une longue campagne présidentielle, tous les candidats s’étaient discrédités, s’évertuant à travers leurs outrages, leur bêtise et leur incompétence à se montrer indigne de la fonction suprême. Quant au président actuel, personne n’aurait l’idée saugrenue de le réélire. Le soir du premier tour à 20h, les résultats tomb...
I'm going to continue with this story, despite the fact that everyone seems to hate it. You win some, you lose some. All characters are over the age of 18. Several hours later, S. and I took a cab to meet his brother at a small, out-of-the-way bistro downtown. I started fretting about how expensive the place looked, but S. calmed me down right away, as...
Chapter 03: French Lessons Sunday Freeman, the old preacher at the Church of Love and Equality had invited Jamal, his granddaughter's friend into the Church's dining hall. He smiled warmly as he swung open a big wooden arched door into a room with a long, sturdy looking, wooden table, laden with food, although most of it had been eaten. The preacher book tw...
Chapter Eight: Chantel Moves Up at The Jade Maid Club. Six months now into Chantel's new life as a t-girl maid and slut at The Jade Maid Club has her progressing well. Hormones have aided in her feminization and she has proven to be a very good and docile enslaved sissy girl. Not perfect but impressive to see that Mr. Luftgrin, Mr. Jenkins in reviewing all...
This is a continuation of my story Slick. You should read that introductory chapter first, Chapter 2 My wife Jude and I had recently celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary. At the time, we had one kid in college and another set to graduate high school soon. I was contemplating retirement and Jude was bored. She had been a stay-at-home mom for the pas...
My first foray. In more ways than one. Hope you enjoy. PS: My French is only fair, so for any errors, 'excusez-moi s'il vous plait!' ...... Ebony in Ivory Sun, sand, and silence. The beach was gloriously empty. Susan had been coming to this stretch of the Côte d'Ivoire for years. It was her retreat from the whirl of business life. The pavillon was humbl...
The summer of 2018 marked 10 years since I graduated from high school. I got a letter in the mail forwarded to me by my parents from my old school. Dear Joseph, Can you believe it's already been 10 years since we graduated from Emerson High School? We want to catch up with you and other classmates and find out what's been happening in your life since we pa...
This is the edited version of my the first chapter of my silly little Monstergirl road trip. I know it's probably still riddled with errors, but here's hoping it's better than the first go around. I think I'm getting a handle on the common comma, but it is a wily beast that refuses to be, tamed. Maybe I'm just an uneducated cretin. Thanks for reading! - No...
The life of a botanist isn't always sunshine and roses... Author's note: This is Part 1 of a 3-part story arc and is a light look at alien botanicals rather than the usual Nonhuman Vamps, Weres and mythical creatures. It isn't intended to make the "Reality Check" some readers find crucial. Rather, it is an exercise in Willing Suspension of Disbelief. In the...
My husband is away in Singapore this week. I went to meet an old friend for a drink but she bailed on me. I had a nice drink with a married man instead at a quiet table. I let him kiss me and stroke my knee but that was it. Later, in my bath, I masturbated myself to an intense orgasm imagining what might have happened if I'd let him go further... I hope yo...