Note: The human in this story is explicitly a transgender woman. She has been undergoing HRT (hormone replacement therapy) and has grown breasts. Only vague terms are used in reference to her anatomy and her genitals go unmentioned for the duration of the story (she hasn't had bottom surgery). This is done for the comfort of the MTF readers who prefer things...
Debbie wasn't the best looking girl in the office. In fact, the waste bin looked more attractive. But there was something about her that I couldn't put my finger on. She was hard working. She often stayed behind when everyone else left. Never did I have to chase her up over a project. Her dead lines were always met easily. In truth, she was about five, fiv...
"Oh yes, that's great...!" sighed Hannah. Gentle, sensual pleasure crept through her being as she felt the magic hands on her back. Peace flowed along her limbs and she felt like flying. Sighing in ecstasy, she turned to face her friend. "You have the best hands in the business," she said to Laura as she pulled her shirt back down. Laura smiled. "Yeah, bu...
It was partway through lunch period when Matthew heard about Sarah's problem. Until then all Matthew knew about her was that she was Sal's girlfriend for a short time two years ago, was active in the phys-ed department, and pretty much kept to herself. "I don't know, it's just really silly," Sal was saying as they walked down the hall. "From what the other...
As always, my locations and descriptions are real, but the characters fictional. And yes, the reference to the Millway is completely real and accurate. _________________________ All I knew in the darkness was that I hurt, hurt all over. My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my face and my ribs hurt, and I couldn't see anything, My lower lip ached, like it had been s...
For a Wednesday night, the bar was quiet. I sat atop my barstool, nursing my martini and staring blankly off into space, mindlessly considering my questionable life choices. "You look like you're getting low. Can I get you another?" inquired the bartender, noticing that my glass was nearly empty. I nodded and set back to work. The words flowed easily with...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't worry, y'all! There's a reason Daniel "threw Connee away." You'll find out soon! She didn't bother retrieving anything of her things because she didn't care. She had nothing but clothes and knick knacks. It would be too hard for her to go back. It just wasn't explained, I don't think. I wrote this two years ago, so the quality will not s...
I woke up early, probably because the couch I was on did not lend itself well to comfortable sleeping. I lay there, staring at the ceiling as it slowly grew brighter with morning sunlight, wondering what was next for me. The day before, on that very couch, I had broken up with my girlfriend Marie. After around three years our relationship had been on the roc...
It's really a strange thing, how you can live in an apartment and go for months without ever meeting your neighbors. Yeah, you see them in the hall, maybe the lobby, and exchange a few words here and there, but you rarely ever make what you could call a 'connection'. I lived in apartment 409, in one of those trendy downtown apartments for a year before I act...
(I was writing this story when I was involved with two people. The three of us were the character basis. But they ended up committing to each other and forgetting I even exist, so I have no desire to bother trying to finish this story in the slightest. No names need to be changed as I already changed their names and Marie is my own middle name. To whomever d...