She fiddled furiously along the highest notes of her fiddle as the drums and saxophone kicked in behind her to support the tone. She angled her chin to brilliantly smile at the gathering crowd while striving to maintain a firm grip on her violin. An old lady with chickory coffee from the left, an eager young man staring at her legs and compressed breasts fro...
"I'm detecting a subtle pro-Aquafina slant to this vending machine," I say as I insert two dollars into the tall monolith standing before us. We both silently pray that the thing won't reject our hard-earned money, because if it does, well, there's going to be hell to pay. Outside, the temperature has climbed to an unexpected ninety degrees or so, and of cou...
Reader, this is a tale of a beautiful, and very loving wife, including some light BDSM, and lesbian. They were at last on their way, they hoped so anyway. He had worked hard to get this far, he was hoping this would be the final push to get promoted onto the higher managerial level. They had been invited to spend the weekend at Adam Connors house, he wa...
Please note that this is essentially the same story as College Days that I submitted a few weeks ago. The principal change is the end. In College Days the end was very quick and rushed. In this version I have deleted Chapter 12 and left the story open after Chapter 11 so that I can continue it in future parts. I would like to thank Samantha for providing the...
"Blend and Balance Pain and Pleasure deep within you, 'til you will not want me any other way." -Tool -- Ænima Miranda couldn't tell if they still followed, but she ran anyway. Her heart nearly burst when they crossed the path on her nightly jog. They melded neatly into the shadows, and she hadn't seen them until she could almost touch them. Then one of...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** I was about twelve when an elderly couple in our neighb...
After a full day of touring the Queen's estate and speaking with her staff members (or, more accurately, watching as they serviced their lady with silent, adoring expressions), nighttime arrived. It was my first evening acting in the official capacity of Ambassador to this country and I was determined to make a good impression among the wider political circ...
Prince Mustapha's Palace didn't look like much from the street, merely a large building with high plastered walls pierced only by the gate and a few high windows protected by fretwork lattice. The building was more recently whitewashed than its neighbors and the wooden trim painted brilliant cobalt, but there was nothing to hint it held a modern Seraglio....
[Author's note: This series is based in large part on real events. Hope you enjoy!] Chapter 5: Brian and I unexpectedly score a grand slam with two swinger couples. It was the following Friday and Brian and I struck out early at the bar, so we headed to the strip club for some pure entertainment. It was a place called the Silver Bullet and I'd been there a...
Anna awoke tired and restless. He had been running away in futility all night, running from something, but it was foggy in his mind until he checked his panties and found that he had had a wet dream, and then it all came back. Yes, they had caught him. He was so consumed by this fantasy of feminization that he felt like his whole body and mind was mired in a...