All of these stories share a central theme of Crossdressing. Rather than add yet another story for one of my ideas, new ones will now go here. I'm making the call, out loud, for additional authors to add their own threads and work with me. I would love anyone interested in any of these stories or my previous ones to add their own threads. If writing isn't yo...
You're a young guy in senior high having just recently turned 18. Most people hate going to school, but you love it. Each day you get to look at some of the drop dead gorgeous people who go to your school in the center of the city. Not the least of which is a girl in your accounting class called Katherine and your next door neighbor Rebecca. The schools medi...
Another crazy day almost past us, I was more than ready to see the dark of nighttime. Before I went to bed that evening, I resolved again that this had to stop. I knew I sounded like a broken record, but I desired peace more than anything else in my entire life, more than the arrival of Christmas in my childhood, more than any hard-won career achievement, mo...
I don't understand why we're even talking about this. "First" it's a stupid movie made by a stupid director written by a moron. I can't and won't understand why you could find that crappy movie romantic. For some reason, I though, "all though I could be wrong" that you where a man, you know, one of the guys? I am I mistaken on this. Come on Gary, your saying...
Our anniversary was in one week. Two years of marital bliss. We are a pretty normal couple. Good sex. Loving, fulfilling relationship. I think the reason we get along so well is because of our shared kink: bondage play. We've never taken our play too far, just the basic stuff: tying each other up, spankings, wax. Every time we played we would switch roles,...
This work was written as an insert for Agatha Christie's excellent "Cat Among the Pigeons." Doing my best to write in a style that harmonizes with the source, it is suggested to read this either after or in conjunction with the full novel. Failing that, a summary might suffice. If that too exceeds the investment you are willing to make, you will have to tell...
A smile rose to my lips as I heard the crunching gravel outside, the sound of my husband's car returning, having collected my nephew from the train station. I opened the front door, ready to greet young Michael with a happy grin, long bare legs and acres of cleavage. It was a beautiful summer's evening and Gerald, my husband, knew I liked to dress for the we...
As she entered the doors of the luxury hotel in downtown Chicago she recalled his most recent text to her: "I want you to walk into the lobby and take a seat. Start reading a newspaper. Instructions to follow." She pulled her rollaway behind her as she approached a chair in the lobby. "Checking in?" A hotel attendant inquired. Her eyes briefly met the at...
To: Kimberly From: Jack Re: The story that I wanted to tell... It feels like you've read my mind. If you would stop waking up from your dream, maybe you'd picture this: Our mouths are pressing together anxiously, as I pin you down, your hands running through my hair, pulling me down closer to you. I slowly grind my pelvis into yours, aiming for the perf...
"Excuse me, Mr. Emerly," Vonne walked through the pocket doors into the dining room, "A telephone call for you." "Excuse me, Dana. This must be very important ... Vonne wouldn't have interrupted us if it were not." Vonne lingered by the table, "Are you and Mr. Emerly making progress?" "Oh yes!" I laughed. "He's a shockingly remarkable man. Listening to hi...