This short story is based on the two characters that were in my first story Elaine and Me. Some years have elapsed and they are still in love. I think that this story might illustrate the prejudice experienced by TS women everywhere. If anyone has any comments then please let me know. "Darling will you help me get ready?" Elaine asked standing in the doorw...
Lisa looked sadly at the financial statement she had drawn up. Income - £67 per week on her jobseekers allowance. From this she had to find her food and clothing, water, gas and electricity. It was impossible. She had never been very good at budgeting and now she was in a crisis. Why had she approached Wonga for money? It had all seemed so simple at the time...
The Fifth Picture I looked at the photo in my hands, I was surprised at what photos I had kept and all of them were the source of the most wonderful memories. Looking at the photo I saw you holding the reins of a horse and in the background was a natural pool of water and red cliffs in the background. You smiled towards me and were naked but for wearing a p...
"And can you take dictation?" Harry asked. He watched the eyes of the young man across the desk as he asked the question. Harry liked to watch people's eyes when he talked. The way a person's eyes widened or narrowed sometimes told more about them than a whole résumé. George's eyes widened. Not quite 'deer in the headlights' quality widening, but Harry knew...
"Let's play." The words barely left his lips but he noticed her raise an eyebrow while she gave a smile that turned into a sneer. "You know what to do," she said, a bit gruffly. Obediently, he walked downstairs, undressed and sat down on "his chair" up against the wall. He could barely contain his sexual excitement. While he waited he looked around the...
I look up at my boots. Cute! Received delivery just day before yesterday, my boy friend hasn't even seen them yet. He'll like them, know he will. 3" spike heel ankle boots, very shiny patent leather, I look up at the one on my right foot. I run my hand down the thigh-high lace top seamed nylon coming up out of that boot and let my finger feel the boot heel,...
This story will contain elements of non-consent, BDSM, fantasy/sci-fi anal/oral and forced sexual activity. If this is not your thing, then feel free to move on to another story. Enjoy. Feedback is appreciated. * Damian awoke to a knock at the door. At some point during the night Alasara had rolled over and thrown her arm over him. He untangled himself gen...
… The mystery of Mistress Mountshaft… The carriage and four was painted an eye catching blue, with the window and fittings picked out in gold coach lines. The four bay horses pulling the coach had clearly been selected no only for their physique but also to match each other in the lustre of their coats. Their black tack contrasted with well polished brasses...
I welcome all feedback and if you would like to just say hello, please do. I've taken the advice from the feedback I've received and I want to give full credit and editing credentials to malefica Sara and I had exchanged messages back and forth for a while, getting to know one another and developed an online friendship. I say a friendship because our i...
Author's note: Jake and Traci are together again, more passionate and charged than ever. This is a true story. -------------------------------------------------- Jake had had it. It was a non-stop stream of people coming into his office, needing his opinion on this, his permission on that, his signature on that document, his okay for this project. No matt...