Epilogue Sandra found herself in a drugged daze lying on a pile of hessian sacks that seemed to rock to a gentle rhythm beneath her. As more of her senses returned to her she realised she was in a goods wagon on a train. Her body seemed slow to respond to her brains instructions as her head turned slowly to take in her surroundings and to assess what was ha...
As she pulled into the underground parking garage, Shelley noticed how few cars were already at the towering mall. She looked at the clock on her car dashboard and noted she was only ten minutes early before all the stores opened. “Where were all the other cars?” she thought. If she had been listening to the radio, she might have realized she had forgotten t...
Friends: Deleted Scenes - Remembering the New Year's After-party Earlier in the day, Rachel had broken up once and for all with her ex-fiance, Barry. Now at the end of the day, she and Monica sat on the couch. "You Okay?" Monica asked. "Yeah." Rachel replied, thoughtfully. "Really?" her roommate pursued, placing her hand on Rachel's arm. Rachel took a sip...
Lying on the desk Sarah let the muted sounds of the club wash over her. Stunned at what had just happened she didn't know how to feel. Should she be shocked that it had happened or was she actually glad it had happened, she wasn't sure. On silent feet she went over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. The red wig was still in place, barely, but her...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...
Chapter 3: Prelude To A Kiss I've tried to be fair about this whole thing, I think. Some of my friends would say that I am being a fool, but I don't agree. After all, if you follow conventional wisdom and let rage have it's way, well, what kind of life does that lead to? Not for me. I have only shared the problem with a couple of friends who live a long d...
It had been a warm summer day in San Francisco and a crystal clear evening. It was perfect weather for the two lovers to take in the sights of the "City by the Bay." Their executive suite on the 33rd floor of the Marriott had a spectacular view of the city skyline and the bay in the distance, now lit up by the moonlight. Rich and Mekah were glad to get back...
The air cooled noticeably when I reached the edge of the wood and passed from the glorious warmth of the summer's day into its cool embrace. I walked on for a hundred yards or so until a glint of sunlight off metal caught my eye. I noticed a car parked a short way down a little track, a tributary to the dirt road I was currently walking along, and there seem...
"Yes, we'll be there... I know! I'm excited too!" That's how it all began. My wife of five years had volunteered us to spend the night at her parents' house, to somehow re-live her childhood for her mother who was going through some sort of life crisis now that her two oldest were grown and had moved out. Her mother and father, Shelly and Brad, had creat...
Long story short, I've had this fantasy about watching my wife with another guy for some time. She is the picture of a conservative woman. Mom, hard working, church going, wholesome as can be. I could never take the direct approach and ask her to jump in the sack with another guy. Advice on forums were always geared toward "if you have to convince her to bed...