Chapter 02: Andrew's Story As always my thanks go to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement This is the second short story of the "No Welcome Home" mystery. At this time I have no idea how many stories there will be in the series, or when I will get around to writing them. Sometimes getting the...
The trip back to Tina's house took about four hours. Maria had been gone most of the day, getting a few supplies that she had kept hidden from the twins. On the way up, they all had discussed Tina's newly discovered desires as well as what was going to happen that night. Gina and Maria had to work hard to keep Tina's mind firmly on the plan. She had begun ha...
With both hands full on her way back from the bar, Sara the Slut is easy prey for the character blocking her path. "Let me purge your sins, my child," urges the Padre, clamping his mouth on hers. One prolonged French kiss later, it is a breathless Padre who needs saving. Sara laughs at his predicament. "Here, let me check," offers the Nurse, and takes a f...
Introduction The late American author Anatole Baskin only ever published one book under his own name: a how-to manual for the installation of automatic dishwashers, which went out of print in 1964. But, under a plethora of pen names, Mr. Baskin, one of the 20th century's busiest pulp writers, produced several hundred works, many of which remain the objects...
I didn’t get a chance to see Eric at all during the next day at college. Somebody told me they thought he had to go on a personal errand at lunchtime, so I had lunch with Eudora, Christa, and Krista. I know, I know, but I’m not making this shit up. I had two friends named Christa and Krista. Krista, you already know about, and Christa was a nineteen year old...
Readers often e-mail me after enjoying one of my autobiographical stories and ask, "Are your stories true?" Sure, of course they are, every word. Well, mostly. Sometimes, maybe. At least, as far as I remember things. Ah, fuck it, let's not over-analyze, just enjoy! Cheryl Morgan had, shall we say, a very healthy attitude when it came to sexual exploratio...
It was my first week at the new job, and I was drained from learning new protocols and procedures. And how would I remember the names of all the people I'd met? I parked the SUV in the driveway, looking forward to a warm dinner and a quiet evening. Approaching the house, I see it's dark. Why isn't Laurie home? She's always home by this time. I open the door...
NYC is different. In any city, you lounge on a couch for an afternoon, and this horniness slowly builds from the inside. You are so relaxed that all these horny feelings and thoughts bubble up until they drive you crazy to want some men flesh all around you and inside you. New York on the other hand is so intense. You are constantly being stimulated by a mil...
DISCLAIMER: This story involves sexual situations between one or more cross-dressers or adult males. If this offends you, please leave. Otherwise, please enjoy this fantasy of mine. Please post wherever you feel and share with your friends and loved ones. All I ask is that my e-mail address remain in place, as I am the sole creator/author of this work. All c...
Stacy flew across the foyer of her mansion. Along the way he discarded items of her riding attire; her gloves, her cravat, her jacket, letting the pieces fall to the polished marble floor. "Jezelle," the pretty blond bellowed, "draw my bath!" "Oh yes'm," she heard her maids voice from some unseen location. Stacy strolled up the curved stairway to the seco...