(Author's note. This story, set in the 1890s, is obviously fiction. Waverly, KS exists and was my parent's home town. The character, John Senior, who makes a cameo appearance early in the story was a real person, was the mayor of Waverly and has a street named for him there. He is my maternal grandfather.) I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner o...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction that came to me in a dream. It contains many sexual practices including straight, gay, and bisexual actions, and is based heavily around transgendered sex and life. There may also be talk and possibly some levels of BDSM. This is not a fantasy, only the imagery of a world unfolding inside my own mind. CHAPTER ONE...
You gaze dreamily at the little black dress in the charity shop window. It's Christmas, it's party season and you'd do anything to wear the delicate feminine dress. You shrug your shoulders and gaze further into the shop. The company Christmas party is tomorrow and you've no idea what to wear or who to take. You stare once more at the dress in the window and...
I'd like to thank Wolf Vixen for her help on this story. This story is pure fiction, Thank God, and came out of some where deep in my crazy brain. Some will like it and others will hate it. To each their own. * If it weren't for Gary, I probably would have shot Sandy and turned the gun on myself and ended my nightmare. Instead, he showed me what was wr...
The yappy little diva bitch took a liking to the big, dumb, young, handsome brown stud. That's how Bailey and I ultimately got together. Dog walking. We met in our neighborhood while she was walking her Yorkshire Terrier, Polo, while I exercised my precocious chocolate lab pup, Shadow. The contrasts between respective owners and canines could not have bee...
I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, and editing skills and of course encouragement. * I was probably on my forth or maybe fifth pint of the evening - I wasn't exactly counting -- and I had been staring down at the almost empty glass thinking that it was about time it was filled up again, but when I looked up to catch the...
This is chapter 4. I didn't begin The Owner of My Lonely Heart (chapter 1) intending to write a follow up, but chapter 1 lead to chapter 2: Lonely Heart Seeks New Man, a short piece that inspired me to write chapter 3: From Lonely Heart to sub, the story of transformation. Here is Chapter 4: The shopping List, wherein we learn that transformation is our neve...
Karl and Lenny were driving back to their hotel in Nice and the atmosphere was tense. Lenny had had sex with a beautiful Frenchman, and was feeling content, the events of last night going through her mind still. But in the back of her mind was something that Karl had said at breakfast, that he'd enjoyed listening to them in the other bedroom, and that it had...
Summary: Emily Rose is a young and upcoming star in one of the biggest financial firms in the country. All her life she has been the best at everything, because she has always been hungry. However, she also held a hunger that she herself was not aware of, until now. Room 221 The Grand Hotel, Brazil: "I hate this FUCKING heat!!" Emily exclaimed and began un...
**All characters are of legal age for adult content.** Thanks for reading and rating, its much appreciated, and humbling to see so many folks enjoy this story. I'm pushing out about 2 chapters a week, and will continue with that pace. Thanks again for reading! Chapter 5 I awoke the next morning in the pink bed of Ms. Kelly's daughter, images of the nig...