Note from the Author: I apologize to all my readers for the long delay in getting Ch. 10 online. Life has a nasty habit of intervening when you are busy making other plans it seems. Chapter 11 will mark the final chapter of this story and I hope to have it online by the end of the summer. Happy reading! * The first person to see us as we made our way acro...
As we sat down for breakfast (which was leftover pizza), I found myself playing footsie with Josie, who seemed to be rather thrilled with my attitude about her estranged husband in Montreal. Then again, my perspective wasn't really surprising, given that I was Jewish and didn't particularly care for Nazis, Aryan types, or skinheads in general. I think that s...
Pills Pink pills change males to females. Blue pills change females to males. Purple pills (X-Trans) change males or females into transgenders, can be combined with pink or blue. X-Change (Formula subject to change) Acquired from unlicensed "street" vendors. Changed (defective/in testing) formula. Cheapest. High pregnancy risk. Can lead to mental a...
A few weeks later, unexpectedly, there was a big shake-up at work. My company hired a new Vice-President of Marketing, which the last time I looked at my business cards, was my job title. He was very well known within our industry, having last worked at NASCAR. He had been profiled in our industry magazine, as he had pulled off the unimaginable. He had incre...
Thanks to Robyn for the suggestion on the topic of this story. She's a wonderful friend. And of course to my niece Jennifer for the motivation to write. * My niece Jennifer was only 19, cute as a button, but over the last three months she'd learn that asking her uncle for help out of a jam was just something family does. What she also learned, though, was...
I guess I'm getting to 'that age'. Well... I know that I am. But my advancing years certainly wasn't my first thought when I started hearing voices. The first time I heard a voice, I was all alone in one of the day rooms, sitting next to the open French doors, reading. 'Can I get you anything?' the voice said. 'A cup of tea? A piece of cheese? A handjob?' I...
Chester and I had been texting each other all day, so it was no surprise to me when he ripped my underwear from beneath my dress before we said, "Hello." As he bent me over the couch and licked my pussy, I began to regret my decision to give into the forces of society. Every time his tongue touched my clit I wondered if it would be the last time I would be...
The incident at the Japanese bathhouse. Was it only yesterday? If I live to be one hundred the memory of it will be burned into my brain as vivid as it is at this moment. First of all, the bathhouse. I had been more than a little relieved when, after making a few discrete inquiries, I had discovered that many of the more lurid stories I had read were, at th...
"You just put your lips together and....blow." ******************** She had the bedroom eyes, smoldering sexuality, and the husky, 1-900-number voice of a young Lauren Bacall. Her chest, however, was more reminiscent of Jayne Mansfield's. (Or as Dick Cavett once so famously introduced her onto his show..."Ladies and gentlemen, here they are...Jayne Mansfie...
The last day of Ann and Bill's visit came. "Paul, would you mind if we took a look at the local preservation railway. You know we're into steam." "We?" queried Ann. "Well, you don't mind, do you Ann?" Paul smiled. He had gathered at the railway museum when they had renewed their friendship that Bill had become quite a steam buff, indeed had been a train...