The use of the word Tranny is not meant to be disrespectful; it is used as it was in the past although not politically correct at this time. ***** There is a rare moment during an eclipse when the sky turns dark red and winds seemingly gather together from nowhere, as if to celebrate the celestial event. I had come from a business meeting that ran late tha...
Hello and welcome to my readers. Thank you very much for your votes, comments and feedback on my stories thus far. Here is another Halloween tale for you and I hope you enjoy it. If you enjoy it, please vote. ----------------------------------------------------- "Paul, Paul, is that you? Did you get the Halloween candy that I wanted?" Paul Moore groaned a...
I had been running around like crazy, there being quite a number of items still to be finished. That's the way it always is just before the opening of a new show. One would think I'd be used to it by now but, alas, I am still trying to handle all the minutiae instead of letting staff do their jobs. They tolerate my constant questions, suggestions, and 'helpi...
Author's note: This part of series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. They are all sisters and will each have two stories - the first one will be interracial, the second will be incest. A few of these sisters are introduced in my other story: The Challenge 4. It's not necessary to read that story but you may think it's neat to learn a few things a...
Stepping into the gathering was like being pushed under a waterfall of sound. The Cocktail Party Effect was operating at full power. Everyone was talking at the top of their lungs ... and voices. Trying—and failing—to out-talk their neighbors in the crowded rooms. Your ears automatically try to tune out the din, but, with each person trying to out-shout all...
Fall 1951 Dale County, Alabama "Hey, Johnny." Johnny nearly dropped his wrench into the engine of his old '37 Chevy pickup. Slowly he pulled himself out from under the hood, hoping his ears hadn't heard what they just did. Sure enough. There she was. Greta Mansfield. Lord girl, you should not be here. The afternoon sun outside the barn's open doors cas...
Chapter Four -- The Penitent The road re-entered the forest, so for the next hour Danka continued walking in darkness. She had to go slowly to avoid tripping and to avoid wandering off the road. However, the birds were singing, so the spooky silence of the deepest part of night had passed. When Danka emerged into another cleared area, the sky was already...
Julie sat on the soft chair in the reception area and flicked casually through the magazine. It was a generic women's magazine and held no real interest to her critical eye, though she did enjoy the various pictures of famous actresses and singers who were perceived as "hot". They didn't impress her; they didn't even know what "hot" was. Now someone with the...
I wanted the phone to ring. I was already in the mood for some delicious sex talk and a thoroughly deserved orgasm of monster proportions. I was expecting my husband's call. He was away for a week and we had a kind of erotic tradition: whenever he was staying in a nice hotel, he liked to turn off all the lights in his room and stand naked in front of the wi...
~~Jack~~ He hated waiting. People handled waiting differently, and with different degrees of stress. Some people shut down, to save mental energy. Some people shut down because they couldn't handle the stress in general. Some people became antsy, anxious, and volatile. Some people panicked, and started spiraling down ridiculous trains of thought that were...