Our summer long vacation trip was over and it was time to head home. We had been traveling across the country for four months – just the two of us learning and discovering. By this time I was very comfortable in my new persona as Gail. I was trying to establish my style as a woman. I had no guy clothing as my wife had trashed everything I brought with me – k...
It was the summer after my freshman year of college. Rose had arranged for me to do some pool cleaning as a means to justify the cash I was making servicing older women. There was one woman in town whom Rose hoped would fall into line and become pliable. Mrs. Johnson always thought she was so much better than everyone else. The "airs" she adopted when in R...
Beyond Redemption The next week at school passed slowly. She argued with her mother about the clothes and wanted the old ones back, but her parents' stuck together and refused to back down. Come Friday, her breasts seemed extra tender and she felt every dip in the road, painfully with reverberating bounces. All day long it seemed like people were looking...
I haven't seen Liz since I dropped out of Rutgers three years ago, but she was always the sweetest dormmate. She never left a mess, she always helped clean up mine. She kept the noise and drama to a minimum, even with the revolving door of college hookups high-fiving each other on the way in and out of my bedroom. Plus, her own hookups swung towards girls --...
Prologue Anna Plowright trudged grimly along the country lane towards her cottage still two kilometres distant. She was soaked to the skin. The rain bucketed down and reduced her hair to a stringy ruin, and found every available gap in her clothing to trickle down her back and between her breasts. When she had set out that morning for her daily ten-kilomet...
Let me make myself clear from the beginning so nobody can use this as "ammo" in feedback: my advice is not for everyone. I understand that no two writers are the same, and I accept this fact with good humor and without blame. Nevertheless, there are trademarks that certain authors may adopt for their own, and one of them is quality writing. This is a hassle...
From the darkened confines of swinger Hell, I discerned the cantaloupe-colored glow of the Prophet's fire stick. Sentient shadows traversed the carpet-covered walls of the aging van. Fake fur the pigment of a cheerleader's bubble gum lined the star-shaped, vibrating bed. On a television more obsolete than dial-up modems, a white guy with a perm bent a black...
Prologue I was about 10 years old when life hit me with my first tragedy. I got to learn first hand what it meant to feel abused and robbed of my dignity. I should have figured that no man treated a child as if she were a 21 year old adult. I wasn't even sure what the meaning of adult was. I just felt honored that a highly respected man treated me with kind...
"So you tagged my baby girl." "Morning to you too Rock." Zach Pedigo stepped into the front office of Teleki's Vinyl Siding and Insulation. For once Rockwell "Rocky" Teleki's wife Angel wasn't greeting him at the door. Zach, priding himself on being early left himself a target for just such a greeting. Mano to Mano. "I overheard my kid bragging to the wif...
My name is Bobbie Jo Sue Langhorne. I been voted Trailer Park Queen in 1988, and in 1990 and 1991 I got voted Most Likely to Paint Tree Trunks White. I got married, got me a good job over to the Shoney's Big Boy, and then got divorced when I come home to find my husband sprawled on top of my best friend, Betty Jo, except me and her done made up since then....