At long last, Dallas was upon them and Jennifer was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She had sent her parents tickets, hoping they might just come but knew they probably wouldn't. They weren't really the type to come to a concert but she at least hoped to see them backstage. Pushing herself through the crowd, she came across...
Don closed his motel room behind him, threw his car keys onto the bed and slumped onto the room's saggy couch. He was exhausted. It was the end of another frustrating day. He walked into the bathroom and ran water into a glass. He drank it down in two gulps and looked at himself in the mirror. He shook his head and poured another glass which he took into the...
Afternoon traffic was sparse as Tim parked in front of his apartment building. Grabbing a banana box of thrift sale LPs from the backseat, he slammed the door with a hip and looked to the duplex. Easter was coming out. Upstairs Easter. Delicate features. Inky, midnight sky skin. Twin globes bobbing high on her chest encouraging consideration. His favorit...
I was 28 or 29 when I met Melanie. I had been visiting a family member on the north side of Phoenix, Arizona. I was driving a small, open air, tiller steered, parade car. The car resembled an antique from the late 19th century. I had made some repairs to the car, and was test-driving it before returning it to its owner. I saw a small boy and what I thought...
Note from the author: This is a continuation of a story with five previous chapters. This chapter win not make a lot of sense without reading the previous chapters. Furthermore, this is a cuckold, Femdom, sissyboy story. If you don't like thos kind of stories, please move on. Don't read it an leave senseless comments at the end. I love feedback, as...
Another day late for work, with the new sensation of my cock cage lumbering under my panties, my hair still plastered down to my head from my session with my Mistress and the feeling of my hairless legs and ass under the silky material of my panties. The strong smell of my wife's feminine moisturizer, making a silent announcement of my new found femininity,...
I dedicate this story to Sally for giving me the inspiration to write it. Bostonfictionwriter gets a gold invitation to a celebrity ball. * I received an invitation to a Celebrity Ball. It was quite the surprise and honor to have a chauffeur appear at my front door to personally hand me the invitation. It's a black tie affair, so I'll have to rent a tuxed...
Suddenly it's dark. Suddenly it's cold. Suddenly everything is bleak. The future's bleak, the past is bleak, and bleakest of all is the present. Colors are drab. Food is bland. I'm tired all the time. She's gone. Again. @@@ I was an incoming freshman. She was a sophomore, and my orientation guide. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She managed to be ne...
This is a true story, almost word for word. .......................................... It was 1975. I was 21, and my first marriage had just collapsed. We had married when I was 19, she was 18 and had already been married once, a fact she forgot to share with me. I loved her completely, her , not so much. I was slender, not unattractive, good for my age w...
The phone rang. Walking to the bureau I picked it up finding a sweet friend in need of my help. It seemed that Her Grandmothers home was finally sold and She had only days to to clean out what was left in the attic and asked for me to meet Her there tonight at 6PM. Remembering Her Grandmothers foreboding words of caution about all the memories stored ther...