B's party was just about over. Chuck Bass was leading the mysterious new girl up to his personal suite in the Palace Hotel. Flicking her long blonde mermaid hair in his face as they hurried to the elevator, the new girl couldn't believe what was about to happen for the second time. Her name was Raina. She'd moved to the Upper East Side from Canada with her...
Part 1 - True Confessions I'm compelled to explain my personal life, again. I'm 3x (the bottom half) and single. I was almost married once but...that's another story. Right now I'm dating a married couple. They're in their 40's - more middle than either end. I work with her and met her husband at an office party. We'd all had a few cocktails and they were...
The phone rings and it's the wife. "Hi Honey, I'm going out with some of the girls from work ok?" "Yea sure," I said "I'll be playing golf this afternoon so no problem. Have fun." "That was easy my wife." said to her friend D, "where are we going?" "Oh this restaurant's bar that is having my boyfriend's band playing." "Uh ok. Not too late though. I have...
********** Author's Note: Hey all. This is the second story – hope it's okay. (Sorry for the long Authors Note) This may not seem like it belongs in the BDSM category from the scenes (FYI, no explicit sex scenes – just touchy feely), but I kept it in here because of how Rachael reacted/what she wanted (and because it's how I want the rest of the series t...
Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if...
The Ringley's Discover what Jenni Does for a Living - or - (Daddy's Little Girl) A Satire In One Act Fade up to: A typical "white bread" suburb in the "wilds" of upper middle class any town Pennsylvania. Pan to: A somber tree lined street with identical looking Cape Cods, and Tudor style houses in a cliche of alleged respectability, four car garages, an...
No, this will not be a discussion about running around on your spouse, lover or significant other, and it has nothing to do with a Beach Boy's song from the sixties. This will be a brief discussion of several French forms of poetry that have been translated into English. Much like the villanelle, all of these forms utilize a limited rhyme scheme and featur...
********** Author's Note: Hey all. New to writing, but I hope this is alright. This is more of a work up to later stories I hope to write, so this chapter is a much better build up than a stand-alone. I'm writing this series mainly for myself -- just some things from my own life I want to write through. I figured I'd post this series to see if I can even...
*** Glow *** The living room lit up bright orange. The glow flooded through the cottage's back windows as if the forest had burst into flame, and then, everything went dark again. It couldn't have been lightning – it had been silent and drawn out. I hurried out to the back step, but all I could see was the dark outline of pine boughs swaying lethargically i...
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