Without reading Out of Time & Space, this second chapter may be an incomplete picture. Returning home, I began the process of deconstructing a life. Memories of my time with Sandy made the painful process of addressing divorce less onerous. As anyone who has survived it will attest, divorce is never fun for either party. But sometimes it's the only answer w...
Nick spent the next week trying to keep his mind off his closet full of women's clothes. Brian was getting more controlling as the money owed kept increasing, and now he was texting "Nicole" at random times during the day demanding a selfie to see if his makeup was done or to make sure he was wearing a bra and panties at all times. Unfortunately for Nick h...
Bonus chapter added to keep this story moving forward. I felt it should be told and enjoyed. ***** Chapter Twenty One: Sluts at a Party. Our Masters always looking at ways to get the word out about us three sissy sluts all to make sure we become looked for and hunted street walking sluts for sex starved and horny males leads them to putting us out in very...
Julie stood in front of the mirror, applying light make-up and primping herself. Earlier that day she had made her husband John go to the local department store and buy some sexy lingerie, which she was wearing now. A lacy bra and panty set, along with some fishnet stockings which she thought made her curvaceous legs look all the more enticing. The cell phon...
Life is strange. . . wonderful and to be lived to the fullest! It's also unfair, hurtful and filled with plenty of pain and misery to go around. We have survived the Judaeo-Christian philosophy, the age of enlightenment, the age of reason and it would appear that we are in the age of "anything goes". Tough on a person growing up in the late 20th century, yet...
After the time I watched the gang-bang at Kathy's, then came come and raped my lover-husband, I caught Tye looking at me a bit strangely. Maybe I knew, too. What had he unearthed? What had become of the little, demure, almost sexless, bitchy, possessive middle-aged lump I used to be? I know, too, that I still talked in my sleep about having other men--lots...
The next day in class Mrs. Tavorski handed me a page of homework. "You left this at tutoring last night," she said to me, just loud enough for the rest of the students to hear. They tittered in amusement. My face flushed red and I silently took the folded paper from her. I was too embarrassed to even open it for a the next few minutes. Jack, the class joke...
She answered the door wearing her usual evening attire, an old worn cotton print bathrobe and slippers. Mrs. "B" was busy hanging drapes, and wasn't sure what time Danny, her son would be home. He had gone with his father to a friend's house for a game of cards and pizza. I had stopped by to see if Danny was ready to go. He and I had talked about shooting so...
"I want to play Rock Band." Not the sexiest declaration my wife could have made that Saturday night, but it beat the hell out of watching a Lifetime series or home improvement show like we had been doing. "Alright, let me go get my Playstation." "You get everything set up. I need to go upstairs to the bathroom. Do you need a beer when I come down?" I respo...
"You'll go blind if you keep doing that!" I laughed at the dirty old man as he lay on his bed stroking his cock to hardness as I pulled the soiled sheets off the other bed in the room. "But I wouldn't go blind if you did it for me then?" The old man chuckled as he raised his hips so I could get a clearer look as he cupped his wrinkly ball sack with one hand...