Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. This is the third post, another five percent, of a much longer story. I intend to submit successive parts frequently. Part Three is len...
I watch as a man, dressed as Heath Ledger's Joker persona, dances around with his pants off. A long tailed shirt and jacket cover his hips, leaving the specifics of his manhood a mystery. As if reading the minds of the other party guests, he raises the front of his garments to reveal a more than impressive woodie. "Yeesss," he yells in a drunken drawl whil...
I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women that required them to be both submissive and very slight in b...
It all started when my wife decided to take some cosmetology classes to help with her photography. Because, while most of the women who came to her for boudoir pictures, were fairly competent with their own makeup there were always some whose choices made it almost impossible to get the desired results. Either way too much foundation and mascara, or shades o...
Shirley looked around as she entered Cavalier d'Eon, hoping to spot Ron and Bernie. She had promised that she would be there, and fully expected them to be waiting for her. Her survey caught the eye of many a hopeful tranny chaser. She had not known of the breed a week earlier, now she could spot them with ease. And there easily were over a dozen or two at t...
Cara inhaled fresh, clean air and sighed. Ah, this is the life! Bird song filled the air, trees rustled overhead, and the rush of the river, always constant, always there, flowed in the background. "Hello little fella," she crooned to a tiny Splendid Wren prettily feathered in purple and blue. A plaintive whine pierced the idyllic surroundings. "Don't...
Note: This is part of a continuing story. The previous parts are, in order: Drummer Boy - The Call, Drummer Boy - Jason Goes to Hell, and Drummer Boy - Down to Earth. Thanks for waiting, folks! A word of warning: this part is really dark. I found myself a little disturbed by what came out of me in this one. We'll get back into the fun sexy in a bit, but fo...
Puppets who kill Offices of the Voice, Ludgate Circus Tuesday 4:40 pm Dan slumped down into the empty desk opposite Amy. He picked up a Styrofoam cup from his desk and tipped its contents into his mouth. "That's nearly eight hours old." Amy said without looking up from her computer screen. "Doesn't matter." He replied. "I struck out with the Iraq connec...
All the time we'd been chatting on messenger I'd insisted there would be nothing more. Despite the incredible intimacy of our chats I stressed that I'd never go further. Although we had the most amazing electronic sex where you would sometimes make me cum three and even four times I'd told you I would never meet you. At first you'd tried to persuade me to...
She used to love this time of year. She had loved it all, from the bustle of people in search of that one perfect item to the music that floated through the air of the department store to the crunch of new-fallen snow on Christmas morning. She had loved it until five years ago. Now, she was just depressed. Mellissa had become Mrs. Walter Schaeffer against t...