This one is only a shorty, 960 words. No sex, sorry, and it is mostly dialogue. My thanks to CTC once again for the ideas and edit. ++++++ THE SCENE: John Brown is sitting in a bar, having a quiet Friday night beer. His newly ex-wife, Gaynor, enters, and after looking around hurries over. "Thanks for agreeing to see me, John." John raises his glass...
This story is a BTB story. There is no sex in it, so if that's what you're looking for then you'd better look elsewhere. My last story had comments that said my MC husbands are too civil. For those people I hope this is more to your liking. As with most of my stories, I try to get you into their heads, so dialogue (both external and internal) is done to help...
I was sitting in a small holding cell. I was alone. The bed was hard and the toilet stainless steel. I was dressed in a baggy orange jumpsuit. I had no memory of getting to the cell or of why I would be there. On the wall at the far end of the larger room where the holding cells were located the clock read 10:18. Since sunlight was coming through the window...
Chapter Five: Karma When we woke the next day, we made slow and gentle love in the morning sunlight. It was so unlike what I normally associated with sex. It was a slow, sensual, ever-deepening closeness; not a mad rush for pleasure. Oh, make no mistake, the orgasms were there for me, but the real treasure was the developing feelings between me and the man...
"You remember Francine?" my ex-wife Denise asked as she ushered her divorce lawyer past me and into my house. What an unpleasant surprise! "How could I forget?" I asked in reply. Francine smirked and I grit my teeth. She was a tall thin brunette that might have been pretty if everything about her didn't scream 'uptight bitch'. She had her hair in a bun of...
This is a short story from when I first became a woman. I'm sure many of you have had similar experiences as you learned your way around. ***** I did my best to hide my new gender identity from my parents. I loved them dearly, but they were very traditional. My father was half Vietnamese and my mother was a Russian immigrant. I was afraid they wouldn't und...
Grace and Kevin. They were a good-looking couple. He, a smart, handsome lawyer, with an uncanny boyish charm. She, a confident professional, elegant with an indefinable edginess. They enjoyed challenging each other, exploring and testing their personal limits together. They had chosen the location, time and scenario carefully : the hotel where they first me...
"Don't try to fool me, Miss Sneha. I'm your lawyer. You'll end up ruining your own case." "Like I care, ma'am!" "Then why are you even in my office?" "Mom wanted me to be here. And I can't say no to her." "So what have you decided? I can't get you out of this mess unless you cooperate with me." "Who wants to be out of it anyways? I'm liking it." "You'r...
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of t...
Crime was my bread and butter, but I had never experienced it firsthand. No one had even picked my pocket before, I had always been safe and sheltered from the bad side of human existence. I was protected from the criminals I represented by burglar alarms and neighbourhood watch. I really, really couldn't complain. But this all seemed a little ironic as I l...