The recognition shook me to my bones. Sam was at my shop, water dripping from his raincoat. Except for the glasses, he hadn't changed much. Sure, his hair had thinned a bit and he had also lost weight, but there was no way I couldn't recognise him. I did a quick mental calculation, concluding that he was past forty now. "Hi Cyn." His voice was soft, like it...
Part 1 The first time I ever used an Internet dating site, I thought it would be just for fun. I never expected it to work, let alone help me find something that would change my love life forever -- and open up my world to the greatest, most perverse sex I've ever had in my life. I'm a pretty normal guy. Average build, average size penis -- nothing really...
My name is Mona Mahmoud and I'm a young woman of Palestinian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study Political Science. At five-foot-three and 110 pounds, a dark-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed Middle-Eastern gal like me doesn't strike anyone as scary. Until I get riled up because someone insults my Musl...
Leona stared into the mirror and assessed the lines on her face. She was tired. Faded blue eyes looked out of a face that resembled a roadmap of deep wrinkles. I look like a fucking mummy, she thought to herself. It was time to die and get this damned life over. Turning away from the mirror, she gathered her soft, silky robe around her. At least there was o...
This is an offshoot of another tale of mine, "The Witch's Want", which is just beginning as well. In the first chapter of that, I offered a look at what transpired between the two people who were the parents of the male protagonist in that story, and it was suggested to me in a comment that it might be nice to see more of the couple themselves. So I thought...
Based on factual events. *** ''You're coming with us. The Prophet wants to see you.'' That was the sentence which started it all three years ago. That was the sentence which changed my entire existence, thrusting me into the abyss of girlishness. I remember it all very clearly; it would be virtually impossible not to. At first, I was hopeful. But then,...
Note about the author: English is not my first language, in fact, it is not even my second language, I'm bilingual, and English is neither of those languages. So spelling and grammar are what they are. Idioms, phrases, etc., probably are used strangely, since the language and culture are foreign to me. Disclaimer: This story is not intended for people unde...
"I've just got one more question for you. I know you've been naked, with and for, me a little bit, but are you going to join me more often when you're not in work?" I quickly added, "It won't matter if you don't, just so long as you remain supportive of me being naked." He didn't answer straight away but sat in thought again. I ground my lap into his groin...
"Open your heart to love but protect the love you already have" - Random Fortune Cookie My name's John and I love Cuck stories. But not the more popular Cuckold stories. Nope. My personal kink is Cuckquean stories. If you're not familiar, I don't blame you. I didn't know the term until about five years ago But I'd always loved the idea. Maybe it's the stori...
*Note to readers. Were I interested in transitioning, this could be my own personal story. However, I have no such desire and, having tried living full-time once for a week (see my story Serendipity) I know with perfect certainty I am happy being a woman every other night for my beautiful girlfriend, Kay, and being a man the rest of the week. From the stan...