He slipped or was distracted or something, because I should never have been able to get by him that easy. The quarterback was dropping back and looking to his left when I hit him. The ball came loose, I was able to cover it and suddenly there we were on their twenty-three-yard line, down 23 to 21 and with less than two minutes on the clock. As I moved off th...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. Beginning with Chapter 5 our collaboration had moved from me writing the story based on plot points and ideas into a full writing...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Carrying the grocery bags into the house, I stopped just inside the door, smiled, and took a deep breath. The whole house smelled of my handiwork. I wanted to just stand there and savor it, but I had so much to do. Only half my party decorations were up, and while yes the house was taking on a wonderfully creepy feeling of macabre, the end result would be...
While the vessel was being manoeuvred into her berth, watched by a huge crowd ashore, Matt wondered if his father would casually ask him, "Did you happen to bump into a Martha Bridger?" Matt had been away for two years and 344 days, according to his mother. If he had any misgivings about his parents being less that enthusiastic about seeing their son again...
© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Oh my god... Stacy?" Ann mouthed, her friend standing not so innocently on the front porch. She was there next to Beth, the two of them with postcards in their hands; each penned by Neil, inviting them to have some extra-marital fun. Most of it at Ann's expense. He had undoubtedly written them, but An...
Thanks to angel-love for her editing and support. Thanks also to The Wanderer for all of his support and suggestions. Remember this is only a story so enjoy. * Prolog I sat on the lanai of my villa in the Colony Cove Resorts on the island of St. Croix and watched Bitsy say goodbye to her husband. She waved as he walked to the waiting golf cart sitting on...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** 1.... The Present... "Now. I want it now;" "Shut up Geoff;" "NOW!!" My voice was getting louder and my pose was becoming sillier. My pants were at that moment on my head. "Shut...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I had gone...
See the beginnings of previous stories that more completely describe Gloria's series of genetic transformations into a terrifically voluptuous, totally uninhibited, and breathtakingly gorgeous blonde, who develops a hypersexuality condition encompassing a hyper sex drive and many perverse and extremely powerful sexual impulses, including size and black men f...