This one is a lot shorter than most of my other posts. There is no sex depicted. Sorry. It is posted complete. ***** I can tell you to the second when my marriage imploded. It was June 23rd at 8:17.29 when the call was received at the 911 center. I got notification a few minutes later. My name is Max Reilly. I am a police detective with almost twenty year...
"DAD, DAD, LeAnn's been hit by a car," came his son's voice blubbering from the speaker. "WHAT! Is she hurt bad?" "I...I don't know, dad. The ambulance took her away a couple minutes before I got here. There're cops all around asking people questions. Right now they're talking to LeAnn's bus driver." "Bus..." Tyler's mind was going through a thousand sce...
Exhausted sleepy helloooo... It should be written somewhere, and probably is written that writing is like setting up a chessboard for you endgame: Highly involved and mentally straining! I suck at chess btw, so I am working really hard to get to the end I imagine for this story so bear with me. This chapter introduces the last edge pieces of the puzzle. No...
In the eyes of the world, I am many things. She-male. Tranny. Chick with dick. Those are the names they've got for me. What do I call myself? I call myself Angela Shay. Anyone looking at me would see a five-foot-nine, curvy Black woman in her mid-thirties with a nice rack, wide hips and a big round ass. I hate the terms she-male, tranny and chick with dick,...
Janey was one of those girls who everyone knew and liked. By the age of 23 she was an expert at being 'average' in just about everything she tried. She was also an average looking girl in an average house with an average income. Janey hated herself. Although not bad looking, she hadn't had a boyfriend for nine months and she felt her life was going downhill...
There I was in the middle of a mid-life crisis, just turned 42 and trying to find exactly were I was in life and dealing with my problems. My wife had left me and went off with another man, and dating was not going so well. I found myself home alone a lot, bored and depressed. The long cold winter was coming to an end and I couldn't wait for spring to arri...
"I swear to you, I don't usually do things like this." The compulsion to defend my honor drops the words off my tongue right as I'm noticing their incongruence; this is how I know I'm out of it, and part of me goes cold and clenches, bracing for impact. "Things like what?" she asks, laughing behind the words as she drops her purse onto something solid in th...
I felt vaguely uncomfortable as I tried to circulate through the crowded ballroom. I hate dress-up affairs, especially ones where I don't know many people. I was decked out in a rented tuxedo in a room filled with the upper crust of business and society in the Southern seacoast city to which I'd moved six months earlier. A waiter with a tray filled with fl...
Author Notes: Beginning in March 2019, author SleeperyJim submitted seven very well received stories as part of his "Conversations" series. I have gone off in a completely different direction, with my story, but I want to thank SleeperyJim for getting me thinking. This isn't a BTB or RAAC story. It's more of a DTB ... AGOLAGL (Divorce the Bitch and get...
Warning: the following chapter features boobs, emotional confrontations, dramatic reveals, coffee, unusual newcomers, tits, self sacrifice, restorations, devastations, reparations, repeated unexpected nudity, and one girl's drive to get back what is rightfully hers. Girlfriend with Testing Device - A Smutty Fanfiction, of Sorts - = Part 21 - Breast Laid...