* * * in the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey / butane in my veins I'm out to cut the junkie / with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables / dog food stalls, with the beefcake pantyhose / kill the headlights and put it in neutral / stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control / baby's in Reno with a vitamin d / got a couple of couches,...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** 1 - Monday It really has been one hell of a week and more to come maybe, though I really am not sure how this is all going to work out. An awful lot has happened since last Monday, I...
You look out the window as the plane takes off, leaving home and your fiance behind. In a few hours you'll be where I am, at the conference on the west coast. You first really big conference. Your first time giving a panel paper before such an influential crowd. And your first weekend away with me. Of course, there will be the panels, the networking, the pap...
This is a nearly true story. I've filled it in some but I won't tell you what parts are true and what parts I've added. I will tell you that the places and the people are real. I haven't even changed the names, because there are no innocent to protect. * It started out as a wife swap. We had known Pat and Linda for years. Linda was Lois' friend from high s...
It had been 4 months since Dene and I were in Indianapolis for a weekend of music, dining, shopping, sex and---John. John wasn't part of the plan then. He was (is, actually) a Methodist minister. He was in town that weekend for a Methodist district conference at the same hotel when we met by chance. In fact, we had 3 chance meetings in the same day, and...
My name is Jenny. I am 5' 1" with nice legs, beautiful skin, and big breasts. I was born in Detroit, but my parents moved to a little farm my dad bought in northern Michigan. 40 acres and Dad's inexperience at farming left us poor. My mother suggested taking in a lodger. Ed had retired from farming. Although he was at least 30 years older than my parents an...
© 2004 by Penelope Street Last night I dreamed of a dark horse. With the images in my mind both fresh and vivid, I seek the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to discover if there is any significance to this particular nighttime vision. I learn a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that has happened in the past few...
I studied that old tree carefully. If I cut wrong just a smidgen, it would careen off into an area I didn't want it to, and that would bring me lots of issues. I was still upset over having to cut it down at all, but the storm and all those lightning strikes made it need to be done now. Yes, I said strikes, as in more than one. Whoever said that lightning n...
I didn't recognize the number, but I certainly recognized the voice and understood the message, 5:30, Jackson, Bride. My Master isn't given to long conversations with me, or any explanations. My role is to make it happen. I met Master Fred in a sissy chat room and he swept me off my high-heels. By way of background my sissy name is Jamie Jo. I'm 44-years...
Contents Submission in the Algarve An immodest proposal Day 1 Day 2 Day 5 The second week Closing ceremony. Homeward bound An immodest proposal My wife came into the living room and placed a paper wallet on the coffee table, "Two tickets to Faro, two weeks in Sunny Portugal." We had been talking about taking a holiday for a long time, but...