Cheyenne Sat quietly in the window as the snow glistened the ground remembering the day this all started........ The year is 1972 Cheyenne and Hank Thompson pulled their car up in front of what appeared to be a normal looking house set in a quiet neighborhood, they were not prepared for what was waiting for them on the other side of the door. An elderly lad...
At eighteen, Gary thought he knew it all but his education was mediocre, his childish looks were quickly fading, his goals in life were mere questions and his sex life crested half his life ago. Soon after his nineteenth birthday, Gary realized his state of being had been little more than a frustrating search for an illusion. During the final months of high...
Author's Note: There is a category switch in this chapter. The beginning chapters can be found in GAY MALE. Seeing as what happens in this chapter, the new category is TRANSGENDER & CROSSDRESSERS. ***** THE PINK BOY was located in the warehouse district across town in an eclectic area known for its nightclubs and specialty bars. Within a six block radi...
Authors note: As very special favor for some very special friends, I've been asked to resubmit a couple of my older stories once listed under Thesandman. It is not my intention to submit all or many of my older works, but for those who have truly supported and appreciated my writing over the years, I have relented to do so. Additionally, I will not turn voti...
"If thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee." F. Nietzsche "Be wary of evil, lest evil may harm you. But be terrified of love, lest love may destroy you utterly." R. Maurice Oh Hell! First there was light. Then followed sound in the form of a rhythmic thumping inside his head. After a moment of confusion, during which his bra...
The moment I woke up, before my eyes could even be persuaded to open, I was already aware of three things. First, my head was pounding—throbbing—down the back of my neck. It made me nauseous, and I lolled my head back against a wall, white flashes of pure migraine strobing between my ears to the tune of my quick pulse. Next, the floor. The cold, hard, ja...
NORTH VILLAGE "No offense, Cat, but you don't seem be very lucky when it comes to gambling." Mia Mannix was lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a pink bra, and nothing else, she was on the floor of the living room, sipping her margarita. "Screw you," Cat shot back. "I usually turn out okay. It's ju...
Hi again. Hope you're still with me. ***** AN INTRICATE WEAVING CONTINUED. Chapitre Sept. JACK MASON reflects. I sat nervously upright not sure what to expect. Certainly the flame red siren that strode into the bar clicking confidently on a pair of four inch red pumps and wearing a diaphanous scandalously short flouncy pale cream dress was beyond all...
Marcos and Kaarthen got to Grippe on the edge of the chaotic lands after the main gates had closed. "So, I thought you were important?" Kaarthen said noticing he wasn't even trying to present himself to the gate. "This close to the lands of chaos they don't speak to two people in black who stroll up after dark. Nevertheless, that doesn't matter. Let me as...
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