Seven years had passed since the five of them had played the game. Seven years since Bernadette had been a normal person, with a normal body. Of course, it could have been worse. Much worse. Bernadette looked glanced over at her husband, Chris, as he sat at the kitchen table reading the paper and eating breakfast. Before they had played the game, Chris had...
My wife Leann and I had recently spent our anniversary with our friends Mike & Sarah (see Anniversary Poker). With that experience under our collective belt, my wife started becoming more & more outspoken and daring in our marriage. She used to hesitate when she saw someone good-looking, now she would (sometimes) whistle at him (or her). I always knew she wa...
Things can change a lot in three months. As those of you who have read my bio know, I gave up on chat sites (and other adult sites) in early June 2004, following an incident which I don’t want to discuss. What I can discuss is what had happened a couple weeks before the incident, when the home computer literally wheezed its last. It took two weeks and a lot...
Note: The idea of this story is not originally mine. One of my readers, who wants to be identified only as "The Knight" sent me this idea, asking me to write it. It seemed interesting, but I don't know chess too well. So I replied, saying I would write the rest of the story if he could fill in the chess parts. We worked on it back and forth for a couple of w...
Note: This is basically a teaser chapter, though a long one, of the next large scale story series I want to do after TLL. I'll be finishing up TLL before I do any more work on this. I'm not sure on the format or main plotline I want to do for it yet, though I'm thinking of turning this into a series with several smaller plots each with their own selection of...
(Author's note. This story, set in the 1890s, is obviously fiction. Waverly, KS exists and was my parent's home town. The character, John Senior, who makes a cameo appearance early in the story was a real person, was the mayor of Waverly and has a street named for him there. He is my maternal grandfather.) I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner o...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. "You know what you did! Don't play stupid with me," she screamed. "I'm not playing stupid; I honestly don't know what you're talking about," he screamed back. The pounding on the wall got louder but they both ignored it. Sydnee Michaels flung her lo...
Author's Note: The following is purely fiction and the property of the author. While I try to make each chapter capable of standing on its on merit, it is best to read the previous chapters to fully understand the story line. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. FENDER BENDER PART 9 My name is Robert, I have been cross dressing since I was 14. I tur...
Intermezzo The morning has finally arrived, cooler than yesterday. The breeze is still there but all the wind on earth can not blow away the memories of last night. I am sitting on my balcony, my soft winter robe around me. The newspaper is anchored beneath a carafe of coffee. This is the best place to be on a Sunday morning. I have a section of the paper...
Where there's pussy, there's money. And where there's money, there's pussy. That's why I was working the skin show on Toby Tyler's Fun-4-All midway. Inside the Girlesque tent, it was smoky, steamy and standing-room-only. The crowd of men jostled and jockeyed for position in front of the stage. Moths swarmed in the pale spotlights. The show was running st...