Becky, 22 years old, red headed, wearing jeans, hat, mittens, a scarf and all the tops she had brought with her, met Gillian at Mrs Bean's, their favourite café from university days. It seemed like so long ago, and yet the reason Becky was back in town was for graduation, so it really hadn't been that long at all. Gillian was already there, the skinny, bespe...
Happy New Year! There is one more chapter of this story which will be released by the end of this week. ******************* "I can't hear you," I told the guy again. He had to be at least eight years younger than me, but he reminded me of Brendan in a strange way. The thought made my heart hurt. He said something else. The music drowned out the sound...
My wife is a nymphomaniac. Not a horror but an adventure story The dictionary defines nymphomania as excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire in women. Medical science classifies nymphomania as a disease. * * * Ours was an arranged match. When the offer first reached my ears I was not inclined to go through with the bride viewing process for the age...
It's been a while. Early onset arthritis in my hands kinda helped the delay. ******** "How long have you been fucking him?" I asked, as the chaos swirled on around us. Margot stared at me, as tense and on edge as a cat meeting another cat in an alleyway. Her eyes darted here, there and everywhere. "Why did you hit that man?" she shouted. She needed to, t...
My wife Esther and I grew up in the same small town. We dated a little in high school, but we were not exclusive and never went steady. After graduation, she took classes to become a paralegal and I went into the military. My mother could not afford sending me to college. I didn't know what I wanted to do anyway. Military service seemed to make sense. The Ar...
To recap: I came out to my wife Emma yesterday that I was a crossdresser and was considering transitioning into a woman. After some initial grief she became supportive and helped me fully dress as a woman for the first time. We even went on an impromptu 'girls night out' at a piano bar in a local hotel/resort in suburban Chicago where I met a man named Drake...
For the next five days, Ali, Kat and I never left the house except to recharge with mass amounts of food from the local grocery store or pizza shack. The longest amount of time we spent apart was the time it took for a short bathroom break, other than the time that we were asleep. I loved the time that we spent with Kat, but I need more. I need another pussy...
Molly was a nervous wreck. Storming from room to room holding her cell phone and looking at it every two minutes. In the Kitchen her Mother "Marjorie" was preparing dinner. She was running slightly behind. In his den her Father, "Sahseej" was looking over medical files on his computer. Darting in to the den Molly wore more than she had all week long. Bla...
Seven The envelope was laying on her desk at work. No return address, which was kind of odd. Looking around to make sure none of her nosy neighbors were snooping a look, she opened it up. There was a sealed card, and a sleeved DVD. The disc was a recordable one, obviously home made. There was no label on it, no markings to indicate what it contained. The n...
"Hey there," the voice behind her said and she turned. "I'm David, hope you're settling in okay here at Fairmont High." Katie turned and looked up to him, stunned. And confused. She had been here for four years. With him. "Oh...Katie?" "Yeah." "Oh, ha. Um...you look...," his eyes raked over her again, "different. Um." "Um," she replied as she watched th...