Day 35: Caitlyn Stanford's 21st Birthday When Jon opened his eyes on Sunday it was still dark out—which, to his thinking, was far too early. However, he didn't find any reason to complain, as the thing that woke him up was the tickling sensation of Caitlyn kissing her way down his chest. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning," she said. "Lie still....
Hi folks, this one is a shorter one. As usual I'd like to thank everyone who read and commented on last week's story whether you understood what I was trying to do or not. Always remember, writing is like a conversation. I throw an idea out there and you may see it completely differently than I do. There are sometimes aspects of stories that I never knew wer...
No one noticed the unmarked Rolls-Royce leave the side entrance of Buckingham Palace; it was an everyday event. Behind the blacked out windows, the young, blonde Princess of Wales sat in apparent serenity. It was the pose she wanted her driver and Scotland Yard guard to see; any hint of nerves and they would have cancelled the trip. No chances were being ta...
It was almost the end of my senior year of high school and I was enjoying myself the way most eighteen year-old girls do - flirting and dating boys. John and I had been going to the same church all our lives and although I'd caught him staring at my legs and boobs several times, he never showed any special interest in me. Then out of the blue John asked me t...
Liz Begins Her Story I know Abbie has already told you how this all began and how I have to take the credit or the blame, depending on how you look at it, for how this whole complicated mess got started. To be honest, I'd probably do everything exactly the same way if I had it do to over again. It's just so confusing, though! Even now, I'm not sure how I fe...
Chapter 20: Saturday, October 21, 2016 (Morning) ------------------- Dawn stared at me, watching my expression. I had no idea what she saw because I had no idea what I was feeling at that instant. "A few months earlier, I had a miscarriage, Will." I put a hand on her knee. I had no idea what to say. I sat up and crossed my legs. Our knees were barely inc...
Author's note: Well, I'm back. It's been a while and I'm very rusty; I haven't written in a long time, and the few pieces I started here and there I didn't like, but here's a little something that I hope everyone likes. I suck at proofreading because once I finish a chapter, I just want to post it, so excuse the typos and errors. Also, I appreciate and w...
© 2020, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann was sitting on her deck, the sun having set over the mountains to the west over an hour before. Her neighbor Samantha was there as well, the two of them enjoying a mug of warm cider. The leaves were rustling in the trees, a faint breeze coming from the south, bringing with it the smell of wood burnin...
Author's note: this is my very first published story; it was done with much input , help and encouragement from friends. A special thank you to The Tall Man for his suggestions and editing. (I.O.U. a B.J - anytime you choose to collect). There is no under age sex in this story - all characters are over 18 years of age. Part One -- The Pilgrimage begins Th...
Here, finally, at the request of many of my readers out there, is Chapter 5 of this continuing saga of Michael's descent (ascent?) into womanhood begun by his sister, followed by his Mother, and now continued by a friend(?) Cindy. I am sorry for having taken so very long to get back to this, but I was at such a loss as to how to continue. I was really angr...