Mariah walked out of the office feeling extremely self-conscious. She'd never once in her life imagined that she'd have to accept public assistance, but circumstances had forced her to do exactly that. After losing her job and having no luck finding another one, her savings had run out, leaving her little choice. Her family was helping, but it was barely eno...
Jo plumped the cushion and carefully positioned it until it was precisely at the right angle. Nothing less than perfection would do. Ricki, her friend of twelve years was coming to stay overnight and she would notice if the tiniest thing was out of place. An impatient knock on the door signalled her friend's arrival. Jo had a last look around the flat on th...
As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing. Chapter 9 - DAY FIVE: NEW COUP...
So here it is…. the Third installment of the series. The plot is forming in my mind as I write. Too bad my mind can't type, then I could get some much needed rest. Damn graveyard shift. Well, I guess that's appropriate, isn't it. Here we go, this story is NC-17. So kiddies, say bye. Go watch the Power-Puff Girls or something. And the Disclaimer… not mine. Th...
Monty Kingsford forced his bleary eyes open, shook his mop of black hair and looked around. There wasn't much to see, just the inside of a cage and the walls beyond. What in the Hell am I doing in a cage? And where are my clothes and since I'm already caged up, why am I shackled? He'd been walking home from a late study night at the library. The late Dece...
Pat walked into the bar for after work drinks and joined his coworkers; his friends constantly commented on the sexy women in the bar. "Donna has them all beat, my wife makes them look like little boys!" They told Pat that his wife was attractive but that it was difficult to tell the way she dressed. Soon they were heading home except for Carla, a very sen...
Part 3: A Taste of Contentment If you haven't read the first two parts of this story, you might be interested as they set up the background for this one. But if you're only interested in the transsexual aspect, start here. Background:A twenty-eight year old woman named Alyssa has been dumped by her boyfriend, Matt. After almost three months of depression...
He woke slowly, pulled from sleep by the tug on his wrists, arms stretched out unnaturally, lashes catching against something as he tried to open his eyes. The material on his face was stretchy, following the contour of nose and brow. Darkness was all he could make out. Something held his wrists, soft yet strong. And his ankles, he realised a second later,...
I cannot remember all the details, but my memory of those times is quite precise because I lived every moment again and again in my mind, many thousand times in these last twenty-five years. We moved to Paris for the second time in 1974. The previous move, in 70, had had the same cast of characters: Annette, her brother Matt, his wife Effie, and the baby. T...
When you are filthy rich, you can do almost anything you want to do so long as it's not illegal and not too unhealthy. Suzi Puckett was filthy rich. And what she chose to do with her money she liked to think of as a blessing to shy young men and their future wives. It was also a blessing to a host of frustrated women. Jake always loved to watch her raise he...