We were part of a four man brick, which is what the Army call a four-man foot patrol, and we were walking the streets of a hard republican area called Ballymurphy. The local nickname was the bullring. It was named this for two reasons, firstly the streets were all built in a circular fashion, so you were for ever going around in circles, and the second, more...
It's a long journey from identifying oneself as a binary identity to opening up to the possibility of something more. For me it was pain, deep emotional distressing pain. After my princess left me, and long after we divorced, I cried and cried and cried. I cried so much, that my romantic soulmate was gone. When I thought I had run out of rivers, then I cried...
Chapter 1 The sun streamed through the slats of the wooden window blinds catching the edge of the pillow. He felt the warmth on his chin and slowly opened his eyes. He rolled over slightly onto his back and rubbed his right eye with his right hand as he adjusted to the light in the room. Slowly he sat up onto his elbows, dragged the thin sheet barely coveri...
Table of Contents [1] Introduction: [2] Who are transsexuals? [3] Who are cross-dressers and transvestites? [4] What are cross-dressers and transvestites like? [5] How can I relate to my transsexual characters and get into their heads? [6] What terminology should I use? [7] What terminology should I avoid? [8.1] What do trans women look like naked?...
In so many ways it was a natural outgrowth of both societal need and the growing power of the political/industrial/military/entertainment complex. Super hero movies took over television and movie box offices completely by the third decade of the twenty first century. Before long the traditional heroes and villains had been played out, Jaded audiences wanted...
I didn't even see it coming. I should have. I should have known that life just can't work out exactly like you would expect. Instead it has to throw you curve balls, put you back on your heels, and then put the next one on your chin. The first few months after Emily moved in, things were going great. Emily became more and more comfortable going out in publ...
The town of Fort Nimrod was abuzz with its latest mystery. Inside the Rusty Spur there was a picture of a young lady, wearing a Hillary Clinton mask and nothing else, being held spread eagled and spread pussy outside the bar. As if the town wasn't curious enough about who this woman was and how she had ended up in the photo, rumours began to spread that this...
Note to the reader – this is not a work of fiction. It is the story of how one woman found herself, in spite of the odds, and in spite of being born with a male body. It is entirely autobiographical, sometimes painfully so. But having read many tales of transsexuals, which end up being, in most cases, little more than tales about the cross-dressing fetish, a...
I never intended to write a sequel to "Jezebel It Was You" (published October 27, 2016 in Loving Wives) however the comments and emails I received seemed to want one, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see what happened too; so here it is. As we left the characters, Blake and Clarisse were touring the U. S. in a classy RV, fucking up a st...
This one has been bubbling for a while, a twist on another pervy super-heroine story I wrote. It's cute, but not worth a harder edit, so here ya go. ______ "Miss Obscene is on the scene!" yelled one of the police officers, pointing to the sky. Detective Mark Patterson looked up, just as the masked super-heroine landed with a heavy thud across the street....