Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Laurel, is everything okay?" Laurel blushed bright red, but thankfully her back was to her ex-boyfriend, and she was just about able to get herself under control by the time she turned around and as convincingly as she could told him, "...
*** One that I've always liked, the original title was "For the Love of the Banshee", but it wouldn't fit in the title field on Lit. once you add the chapter numbers. :( Anyhow, in case you're not aware or might not care, more likely, there is more in common than Gaelic between the Irish and the Scots. They sound different and all of that, but there are som...
I had been talking with a lady online for a few months; we met through one of the many social networking sites. Our relationship was strictly platonic; she was very easy to talk to and seemed very understanding. I eventually told her everything even my deepest and darkest secrets, my fetish for dressing and acting as a girl and my darkest fantasies. After a...
When Blume and Chloe got home from their BDSM party, they were still shaking their heads over the odd goings-on at the dinner party. But Chloe had a funny smile on her face. "You know, Blume... What's this porn stuff about?" Blume blushed. "Chloe, you have to understand, there's fantasy and there's reality... The whole chastity thing is kind of a fanta...
Thursday evening-- "If that sight isn't enough to curdle your stomach, I don't know what is," Mr. Wallace Roberts, the loud, chunky purchasing rep for Llanfer Industries said as he sat directly across from Jon at a bar table in the hotel lounge. "Christ almighty!" Jon Palmer turned to his right to look at whatever ungodly spectacle Wally the buyer referr...
Inspired by a real encounter at the cash register of a convenience store in a college town in upstate New York back in the early 70's. I was a lonely student who had just broken up with the guy I thought was THE one, and Aaron was... I didn't know who he was. The story is absolutely true up to a certain point. ******* There were two registers at the Kwik...
Ch. 02 Donna's Option ~ ~ ~ I had already made arrangements for a suite at classy hotel downtown, in case Donna didn't invite me in. I started out for it. I pulled up in front and parked. I flipped the keys to the valet, and he gave me a ticket. I entered the large, posh, airy lobby and checked in. I noticed a nice lounge off to the side, and walked in f...
Ten At the coffee counter, the barrista, Hannah, was fiddling with the pastries. She had on a summer dress that hung low on her chest revealing an ample cleavage. Her skin was pale but creamy. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra, as evidenced by her prominent nipples. She also seemed to have a little roundness to her, as if there might be a smudge extra...
'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. 'Good morning Slave, time to get up.' Pause. 'Good morning Slave,..' What the hell was that? Instead of the usual alarm buzzer coming from the tablet fixed into the wall of my room there was a disembodied female voice echoing in the corner by the door, repeating itself over and over. I woke myself up enough to b...
I don't suppose my story is really any different when it comes to cross-dressing. It began when I was young and continued to flourish as I grew older. I lived alone with my mother growing up. My father had been killed in car wreck when I was 8. He had been a successful stockbroker and had left my mother and I financially stable, if not wealthy. My mother was...