Finally home, I think to myself as I reach the front steps of the apartment building. I walk up the stairs and enter inside. Just one more floor to go then I can finally relax after a long day at the office. Today I wore a purple button up blouse, a magenta skirt ending above my knees, thigh high fishnet nylon stockings, and a pair of brown four inch heels t...
First let me start by saying I'm not a pervert, and yet I'm not a prude! That being said let me tell you the story of how my family has grown a lot closer. About two months ago, I finally came to my senses over the death of my wife, Sarah. My daughter, Beth was able to come home for two weeks after my wife died. We were able to spend some quality time toget...
Mike was working as an apprentice at the time, and as I have previously told you all, we had been able to get a top storey of a house, owned by an older couple at a very reasonable price to rent. Mike often worked away at this time due to him seeking promotion at work. During this time the old landlords wife, Elsie, had also taken on a job, largely to get...
*** Author's note*** Anything in this story is free to criticize and all help is very much welcome. This is my first trial at something substantial in writing as I am a huge fan of the high quality writing and am attempting to put something together like it. Any editors or advise givers please feel free to message me with suggestions! And as always, make sur...
During the early years of our marriage my work obliged us to move house fairly frequently and while this entailed considerable upheaval, it also provided fresh pastures for me to expand my options with regard to making Jane available. Following a move to a rented house near Wolverhampton we began, on occasions, to use our local pub - the place was a nondes...
Copyright (c) 2013 Naoko Smith Many thanks to Bramblethorn for the continued editing, and diolch yn fawr! to Beatnic_jazzman's family for the help with the Welsh. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series will include two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(s...
I never wanted it to happen. Or at least I always thought I wanted to keep it a secret. I had always been fascinated by women's clothing, for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is of, at the age of four or five, wearing a pair of thick, woollen tights from my dressing up box. I loved the way they made my legs feel and that stayed with me...
My brother recently took a job several hours away. He doesn't know anyone in the new city, so I agreed to travel with him and help him move in. After several days of packing boxes, loading a trailer and preparing for the move, we set off on a journey expecting to change my brother's life. Little did I know it would change my life too. Like I said, my brothe...
Phone You are sitting cross-legged on my bedroom rug – the one by the fireplace. There is a fire. You are in your nighty. You are getting drunk on a bottle of Irish whisky. It's cold outside – late November – and I flew to LA for a meeting. It's the first time I've been gone since we became lovers – since I took your cherry. You miss me so badly that you a...
Welfare sucks. This is basically how it all started when I was just 18 years old and my baby was just barely 6 month old. Welfare was making my life hell because I had worked a few nights a week as a waitress and not declared what I had made. They held up and then also screwed with my cheque, which got me in deep trouble with my landlord for being behind...