The tip of my middle finger. I held it there. Right there. My finger was trembling and I willed it to stop. I summoned every shred of willpower in my body and mind and I channelled it down to the tip of my middle finger. Look at your own middle finger. Maybe a square centimetre of skin, formed into the folds of a fingerprint. The ridges of my fing...
December 2010 (L'Erotic 2010 Show) This story is dedicated to the real Juggs. Yes, she's a real person and this story is based on one of our phone conversations. Thanks, Juggs, for being such great inspiration! *** I think I'd sat there for about ten solid minutes, just twiddling my thumbs. I looked at my watch. 11.23. In an hour and 23 minutes we'd s...
Housed in a tiny shack-like building right on the waterfront, Red's Java House was a famous old-school eatery. It was a bit divey but had charm, and seated at a small table right next to the window, Jeneda nervously waited for Mateo to show up. She'd ordered tea to blend in, as simply sitting at a table with no food would surely look funny. But the truth of...
Hi guys, sorry for the long wait. I've somewhat exhausted my creative juices after blowing through Cat 1-9. Things are slowly going back to normal and the pace should pick up. Thanks as usual to bikoukumori, for squashing bugs and offering sound advice. And again, only adults having fun here. #10 Awakening Shine's hands held mine in a death grip while...
Five o'clock. Finally - she had begun to think the day was going to last forever. With several quick keystrokes Valerie signed off on the computer on her desk. As the machine powered itself down and the soft hum of the processor seized, the phone rang. She glared at it. It was five o'clock on a Friday afternoon, for crying out loud! What was so urgent that i...
Chapter Three: Uncle Pete and the Parisian Whore The next several days were busy for Edward, but he found he enjoyed the direction in scope and purpose that thieving on behalf of another provided. Lady Trey had given him three hundred pounds in "operating capital", as she had put it, to finance his expedition to Paris, and he had pilfered another three hund...
Frank During our engagement dinner with Alexia's family, I received a text message from my precinct saying Captain Greer was shot. After I showed the message to Alex, we both maintained our composure and hastily said our goodbyes. Her dad seemed visibly upset with our unexpected departure, but I assured him it was all routine. To begin with, Alex's father...
Since the first article I wrote described the last time that I dressed as a woman was generally well received, I have decided to share some more of my story. To do that I will start the journey at the beginning and travel through to some of the first times that I ventured out into public dressed as a woman. For those that did not read my initial offering le...
1 Calling Briton Chalo a shithole was an insult to other shitholes. The sprawling spaceport was a truly unique amalgamation of glamour and sleaze, from the ludicrously overpriced casinos on the main promenade to the dark, dank dens of vice and violence on the lower levels. The Convectorate had officially labeled the station an Unpacified Peripheral Territor...
Author's note: Hey guys, so this a story I kinda just cobbled together in a couple days, thought the premise was cool and it sorta just evolved from there. Hope you guys enjoy. PS. The sex is at the end. ~ My name is Alan. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a sociopath. I meet new people, or even people I know, and I throw on a mask like I'm playing some part in...