A little flash story. * * * * * * * * * * I sat there astonished, as my wife repeated herself. "Yes, John, that's what I said. I want to try BBC." My wife Louise had been my friend and soulmate since we were teens. We shared everything which each other - our dreams and goals, our political opinions, sporting events and the opera. I thought we were bound...
All of my friends know one thing about me...I am about the least materialistic person ever. When I am home in America, I love Wal-Mart. I make no apologies for shopping at PoundLand. My preference for getting stuff is...find it, given it second hand, make it, buy it from the charity shop. So Christmas is a real challenge for me. When someone asks what I want...
Chapter two picks up immediately after chapter one. Angela and John's story concludes. At least for now. ***** Angela cried into John's shoulder, lost in eddies of doubt, confusion, fatigue and a raft of other emotions she could not identify. After what seemed like an exceptionally long time, Angela returned to herself. For reasons she could not fathom she...
Sometimes a dream needs time to cook. It stews on the mind's back burner, bubbling in the juices that form thoughts, lodged in the wrinkly grey meat of one's brain. It was Chicago's fault. In the early nineties I was the new kid, fresh off the farm and too dumb to stay away from Cicero. One evening in the parking lot behind my apartment building, I saw chil...
Olga Timofeyvna Krupina was a handsome girl of 18. She lived in a simple village that bordered a broad forest to the west, and mountains to the east. Before one got to the foothills of these peaks, a clear mountain lake could be found, and it was the setting of many youthful escapades. In this village, which was a typical provincial settlement, everything w...
My wife (2nd marriage ) divorced me because she could not deal with my cross dressing. It was actually the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I proceeded to get my own apartment where I would not have to hide my wardrobe and I could come and go as I pleased. Except for going to work, I started to live dressed up as a woman almost all the time....
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story. ***** Chapter 1 -- Dinner with Eva I push the doorbell and hear, "Dingggggg, Dongggggg." I am standing in front of Chloe's house. Chloe is t...
Walt was home on leave after his two year tour of duty in Naples, Italy. He had joined the Marines after high school and reported to Parris Island for boot camp in the summer of 1959. After ITR training at Camp Lejeune he was shipped off via MSTS to his first duty station. On the route to Naples the ship made a few stops at Ports of Call, one of them being B...
Note from the Author: This is a story about ABDL. The first word being Adult. All sexual encounters center around Adults, above the age of 18. This story also contains BDSM, plushophilia, watersports, and various other fetishes. For those that are grammar freaks, please don't comment on my improper grammar use. I could care less. At least it doesn't have L...