There comes a point in many writers' careers when they reflect on what they pen and why. I am at that point right now as I type this document. Perhaps you, the reader, are there with me. Whether or not, I hope you find lessons in these words. I hope you will understand that the opinions expressed herein are mine and that everything I say is merely a suggesti...
I was getting older, 49 to be exact. And though I could pass for younger, Hollywood for the most part was a young person's game, and I was getting a little too old for the demand for the young, cute and cuddly. Let's face it, I was a dinosaur, and in the age of "reality" television when episodic drama had all but disappeared, I was definitely expendable. I h...
I was born a "boy" but it was mother nature mistake as I am very petite, 5'2" 110LBS. with a sexy round ass and dick sucking lips. For this site purpose I will start at 18 my journey as a sissy cum loving size queen SLUT. In my senior year with a couple of months to go before graduation I turned "legal age" but was no virgin by any s...
Alicia Moore was the devil in disguise – at least that's what the consensus of my High School buddies was. We weren't in the "in crowd," although we were among the smartest kids in the class and good athletes in "minor" sports (not football or basketball where the prestige was) but we all considered ourselves "late bloomers." To every heterosexual guy that I...
"Outstanding service you've performed here Cassandra. 4 tours against the Brotherhood! 2! 4 successful hostage negotiations!" Kimball praised loudly as he ran his eyes down the paper in front of him, making the loyal and hardworking as well as attractive Colonel Cassandra Moore who stood in front of him, blush and stammer out a thank you as praise rained dow...
(FF,food,anal,bd) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** I used to think that things just happened. Not for a particular purpose, except maybe that if something could go wrong, it usually would. Then, something happened to change my mind. Ever since, I believed th...
Tommy had to pinch himself to prove he was not dreaming. He was parked in a car with Jemmina Moore's beautiful stepmother. She had offered to drive him home if he ran an errand for her on the way. They had not gone far when she drove in behind some bush and turned off the motor. Mrs. Moore was magnificent. Tall and tanned her body was a magnet to his eyes....
Det. Moore tried to catch his breath. He had been through one of the most horrifying interrogation sessions of his life. He couldn't believe all of what he had heard; yet there it was on tape. He had hear the rumors about this little town being a nexus of evil, but he had discounted those stories as just that. Rumors. He thought that this criminal investigat...
Thanks to LaRacasse for suggesting a story set in India, and homage to E. M. Forster, creator of a masterpiece. I have tried to capture the language and attitudes of the time (roughly 1925), even as I exaggerated them in this parody; that which is offensive today was common speech then, and vice versa. So if racism and other political incorrectnesses offend...
I slowly walked down the corridor in front of me, all the while checking to make sure the coast was clear. Thankfully it was the end of the day and most of the girls were back in their dorms. All but one, I hoped. I'd overheard two of my students discussing Emily Moore, my new favourite student (although not for academic reasons) and how she hated showering...