I hope you enjoy this story. It’s an idea which has been knocking round my head for a while. If you like this one, then why not read The Morning After. The section of story with Ally and Q is taken directly from my Lit story: The Training Ch. 03. Remember to vote and to send feedback. I’ll write more if you’re nice to me :D. Great thanks go to Loren, who as...
I walked in the store and continued over to an area where there weren't too many women. Even though I wanted to cheat and buy a pair of jeans, I figured that I'd have to wear a dress to experience the real effects of cross-dressing. There, that's another insight. Cross-dressers probably, I'm thinking as I wrote my thoughts in my notebook, would rather wear d...
Another day and another restaurant, Gail steered the rental convertible Camaro into the parking lot and took a long look at the outside of the restaurant. She picked up her notebook and flicked it to a fresh page. She titled the page "The Wood Stove" and started to take note of the appearance. The place really wasn't much to look at though there was a pleasi...
"I'm gonna cum soon!" Brian groaned, quickening the pace. "Thank God," thought Mackenzie. She torqued her neck a bit to peer up at his face; "What is that expression?" she thought. "Does he think that's erotic? Wincing? 'Ah, yes, baby, I love staring into those sexy, moonbeam eyes -- those sexy, squinting, pained eyes on that contorted grimace you call a fa...
My Mazda RX-7 was a weekend project while I worked on the car lot, a fixed wreck that's now indomitable, painted black, a vehicle for my plans. One, learn a trade. Done. Two, get a car. Done. Three, leave. Done. Four, find Donovan. Inconsequential. Plan four killed me. I drove around the country pursuing it. Took the money I had leftover from the...
She had known him for a while. Brian Coleman was the sweet, intelligent, and cute guy you thought of as a nerd until he came into his own as an 18 year old senior. Alex heard him sing in chorus, his deep ringing voice producing chill bumps on her arms. She saw him play piano, and the brilliance and surety that he played it was nothing to be laughed at and...
Author’s note: I dedicate this story to Faye-Lynne, the Asian woman who inspired the character of Tina Yin. Part 1: The Diagnosis Bill Gates was embarrassed to admit that he had a little “problem”. The “problem” was persistent. Indeed, Bill Gates had the “problem” all his life. He was especially embarrassed to have to confess the “problem” to this young, g...
6:30 pm, on the dot. Although Madi wasn't usually the most punctual of people the butterflies in her stomach had her moving a bit faster than usual. She had opted to change into more casual garb after work, falling back on the standard. Flare leg jeans hugged her hips and thighs, moving out beginning at the knee, finally falling to cover the toes of a pair o...
First of all, I'd like to thank everybody for the feedback and ratings that I've received. It's appreciated. As always I'm open to any feedback, positive or constructive, that you might have. I've had several people asking me to include more female celebrities with dicks. Apparently I've locked onto a niche here. To those who fall into that camp, I'll tell y...
The auditorium had filled up already for the most part and it took me a minute or so to spy a raised empty section behind the crowd. The floor of the auditorium was filled with rows of folding metal chairs, almost all taken already, but the area I headed to in the back had permanent theater seating -- and more importantly, was pretty deserted. It was situate...