Writer's Note: Finally this part is done. I apologize for taking so long but for various reasons circumstances worked out that way. First I got busy and wasn't able to work on it for two to three months, then my editor had health problems while she was looking it over, twice and my wife decided to start using the computer for her projects which often happene...
The door to the "Quiet Room" opened and Jason popped his head in to say, "I've been looking for you. Annie and Stephanie want to play foosball." "Again? They're gluttons for punishment." I got off the couch and made my way out. The Quiet Room was exactly what its name sounded like. We worked for a tech support company, and sometimes the ringing phones and c...
It was Halloween night. A young woman, about 20 years of age, was handing out candy at her house. She was dressed in a modest, strapless Tinkerbell costume. She lived on her own, orphaned, and left her foster home as soon as she came of age. She moved into her new home 2 years ago, living in small apartments courtesy of her foster parents, before that. This...
No one word could be used to describe how they felt towards each other, the spark between them was ever-present and translated into so many other feelings; lust, fire, “juice,’ and passion coupled with a respect and near admiration for each other. So strange to look at another and see so much of one’s own self staring back, at times, perhaps, almost unnervi...
A man who lost a bet must dress as a woman and discovers he likes it. "Pardon me, Madam," said Ed trying to hustle his shopping cart down the aisle by a very large woman. With her carriage blocking one side of the aisle, she was hunched over a shelf with her big ass blocking the other side of the aisle. When the woman turned to move her carriage out of the...
Jessica's Change Management Ch. 20 --- Week 4 -- Friday Morning --- I was still catching my breath after barely making it back to the train in time. I mean, my agitation was totally valid, what with all that razzle-dazzle that had been going on during the stopover. Remember? Matty and Fatty taking me behind that wooden shed to teach me the meaning of those...
Author's Note: Very special thanks to rustyoznail for his invaluable editing. Without it this story would've been a travesty that would've put you all in such a rage that you would've found out where I live so that you could come over and tar and feather me. Thankfully that's not the case and I live to write another day. *** In a less than ideally heated...
For my friend, Ashley Friday night. Work sucked. It was hot enough to drain every bit of sweat and energy out of my body. I got home and all I wanted to do was shower. I was quick to peel out of my slacks and my polo shirt. There was a trail of boots, and socks, and boxer briefs, and pants, and my undershirt. The tell-tale sign of my exhaustion led from my...
So there I was laying on the floor of one of my fraternity brothers' rooms. In a dress and stockings. Handcuffed. Blindfolded. All willingly. Choking on the cum some guy who had entered the wrong room had shot down my throat after face fucking me for twenty minutes. I was briefly relieved when I heard the chains holding my arms outstretched were undone and...
He faced a walk home that seemed longer than it ever had. Zhair'lo knew that there was no reason for them to let him sleep in the Temple this time around. They had returned his clothes in the exit room. No doctor had examined him. A guard had quietly escorted him out through the funny tunnel-road that served to transport men back and forth between Endowment...