Chapter 4 Role Reversal Jen returned to campus a week early to begin her Junior year. Tim and Laura had graduated, and Jen had been promoted to Cadet Lieutenant. This year she was going to be responsible for helping train the incoming Freshman Class. The first day of classes Jen was going through the normal routine you'd see on the first day of any type of...
In my other poetry form articles I reviewed several Japanese form poems including the tanka, sedoka, choka, somonka, renga, and katautas. In other articles I outlined some more involved forms including the villanelle, terzanelle, roundel, rondeau and rondeau redoubled. While each type of form had their own intricacies, the latter group of forms got fairly...
“Happy birthday to me.” Samantha Baxter sighs at her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror. It is Halloween, and her birthday, but she is stuck at work at the museum chaperoning a bunch of middle aged men gathering to play Dungeon & Dragons; thrilling. Not that she minds old style pen & paper role playing games; in fact it is one of her favorite hob...
Author's note. This is just a little story about gender bending and gender identity, intended to create confusion by playing with the idea that everybody is by nature identified as either male or female. There is no explicit sex in it, just explicit references to it. ***** "Oh yes, it's Friday!" "Charley, it's early. Don't be so loud, please." "Yes, sor...
Reversal can be fun. Sometimes even enlightening. My name is Tina Adewale, a tall, sexy black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a senior partner and chief at Adewale, Milagre, Dale & Madison, one of the top criminal defense firms in the city of champions. M y husband Jerome Jean-Paul is a police officer. We have two sons and a daughter...
I had heard how they were going to pair us but I still didn't know why I was matched with you. I knew I was a sub and had signed in as such when I arrived. I had seen you from across the room several times during the night and had admired your curves, your smile your hair. But it was the way that you carried yourself that told me you must be a domme. The con...
Meeting Leon went to the door, his legs feeling wobbly, and his belly uncontrollably on fire, his brain a whirl of crazy thoughts. He kept telling himself to stop being so ridiculous, telling his cock to calm down, no way a beautiful young woman like this was going to let him touch her. But there was always what she had done, why on earth had she done that....
"Hello, this is Brad," he answers the phone at noon on Tuesday. "Hi Brad, how ya doing?" Amy is glad that she catches him. "Great. I was thinking you might be calling. It's been a couple of weeks," he responds. He normally sees Amy about once a month. "Well, you know. I need another fix. What's my next surprise? Can I get it this Sunday?" Amy asks. "Sure...
I arrived at the mountain chalet about an hour before his plane was due to touchdown. I took an approving tour around the cabin, familiarizing myself with the layout and letting my desires lead my imagination down sultry paths. After I stowed my weekend bag in the closet, I decided to spread some of my own touches around the luxury rental before he arrived,...
I've known Helen Blackstone forever. Ever since we were students at Morton Academy, an all-female private school located in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Helen was the six-foot-two, gorgeous Black Amazon-like chick I always admired. She was captain of the women's soccer team at the Morton Academy and one of the toughest women in the universe. I worshi...