Charles Richards and Diana Maitland had to wait only a few minutes outside the hangar building at the airport in L.A. until the pilot came out. Charles introduced Diana to the pilot; his name was Gordon Brown, he looked several years older than Charles and he was a right handsome man as well—wavy, dark brown hair, dark eyes and chiseled features. He looked D...
I entered the quietness of my apartment, returning from another job interview that was a complete waste of time. I was greatly disappointed but more than that, I was worried. My meager unemployment checks were about to run out and I had rent and a car payment due. Things didn’t look promising at all. I couldn’t make a living working at a fast food joint or c...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** It was late on Friday afternoon when I checked into my h...
Author's notes: This is a purely fictional story and is slow in developing as I am learning to put words to print. Comments are welcomed and appreciated especially with regard to creative and constructive comments. ******************************* We were fairly well along in our years and still had a rather large house at least it was for two people. We m...
How do I get into these situations? I woke up sweaty and supremely uncomfortable. The pinging headache could be explained from the long night of wild drinking from the night before. The knee under my back, and the hairy thigh across my hips -- these were harder to explain. I cracked my eyes and let in the painful sunlight. I recognized the sloppy decor of...
Saturday Afternoon The clock changed to 12:00. The waiting was killing me. My brother's practice should be over. I knew that they would be calling me soon. I was nervous about tonight. I did not know if I was going to be able to go through with it. The phone rang and my heart skipped a few beats. I reached over and answered it. "Hello?" I said nervously. "H...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content. * Nobody in this story is under eighteen, and no violence is involved. If you are over eighteen, read and enjoy. 1 My sister Avril, is two years my senior, and I've worshipped her since I can remember. She's beautiful, slightly taller than I am, slim, with long, silky brown hair,...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18+ During the holidays my aunt and uncle would always go down to Myrtle Beach for a couple of weeks. They had an old farmhouse out in the country that was heated by a wood stove. The past few years I had stayed there while they were gone to keep the stove going in order to prevent the pipes from freezing. There was little to...
When the front door finally opened, I lay motionless. Of course I had heard the car pull up and the door as it shut. I waited, bristling with anxiety, as I hung on every stray sound, any slight indication of what she was doing as she entered the house. 5:13 in the morning the clock said in stark red lines. My brain screamed as I recognized each sound, catalo...
Chapter One - In the Beginning My name is Charles Ankersby. Well, at least it used to be, and this is the story of my life. It tells the tale of how I came to be Karen Miller. No, you're wrong. This isn't just another autobiography of a transsexual. I'm a transgenderist and, if you're not aware of it, that's a whole different thing. It's an almost true sto...