This story was inspired and requested by a gender-fluid friend, who happens to be a talented bootblack. The bootblack character is based in great deal upon her/him, and her/his requests for what would be in a story. Certain specific language used ("cunt", sissy, faggot, for example), is by her/his request, to more closely mirror how s/he likes to be treated....
Dozens, if not hundreds, of results popped up on the monitor, and I had no idea where to begin. Most were links to her videos, and there were a ton of them! Jill placed her hand over her mouth as I scrolled down page after page. After page. After yet another page. "Oh my god!" she gasped softly, dropping her head in shame. "That's really me?" "Looks like y...
"Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire." -- source unclear * Vanessa stopped at the door of the dance studio. She had to be crazy. She was twenty-two years old. Who started dance lessons for the first time at that age? Some of her friends in school had started lessons when they were still barely toddling. Obviously there were people who s...
Margie Wendt looked at the charge sheet and realized that she did indeed have one more patient to work with before she could give in to her day long, no, week long, anxiety and go home to worry with Dale, her son, about the fees for his med school education. It had been so totally on her mind lately that it was almost the whole of her mental environment....
Author's note: This story takes place sometime after The Avengers. * It wasn't the first time Darcy Lewis had found herself in a uncomfortable/compromising position. It was however the first time her hands had been tied high above her head, causing her to almost stand on her tiptoes while the most beautiful woman she'd ever met stood on hers to secure the...
If this story pleases you, send me an encouraging email. This is a work of original fiction. Do not copy it or use it without the express written permission of the author. Enjoy. – moreau * * * * * The air in the dance club was intoxicated with the pulsing boom-boom of hip hop, spilled beer and cosmopolitan floor wash, and the musky mingling of smoke and s...
Part 1 -- Roses Are Red *Note -- this is part of a longer erotic series with a slow build. The following two chapters do not contain explicit sex. 10 They say the night before her execution, Catherine Howard stayed up all night in the Tower, rehearsing how to look ladylike when she knelt, and laid her head on the block. Divorced, beheaded, and died. Di...
I knew when writing the first chapter that I'd get around to writing a follow-up chapter. This one definitely requires another installment sometime as well. I mentioned at the start of the last chapter that there wouldn't be tons of sex from the get-go, the same can't be said for this chapter. ;) * Foster's tongue lapped at Miss Julia's cock head. It'd bee...
Eiko: Hey dad? Dad: Yeah? Eiko: Um how long is this transformation supposed to last? Dad confused: Uh since this is your first time it’s completely random to tell you the truth. Eiko: What!?! Why didn’t you tell me? Dad: The timing was pretty unimportant and we were both in trouble so, at the time the thoughts of using it were pretty null. Eiko: I have...
When her husband pulled the big Sedan over, Aspen figured he just needed to take a piss. It had been a long flight, and Foster wasn't really a fan of long flights. When she'd picked Foster up from baggage claim, he'd seemed restless, but happy to see her. He'd hugged her, and then they shared a long kiss before she felt his hands slid down over the curves of...