I first met JD in the 6th grade at Westminster Middle school. We had several classes together and after being paired up repeatedly for science projects and other activities, we became good friends. Our days at school often extended to doing stuff together after school and on the weekends and eventually even the occasional vacation together. JD and I became i...
Authors Note 1: I apologize for leaving this series for so long. A few of you have poked me over the months, so here it is finally. I have been working on a more visual/illustrated story line and that takes a great deal more time and effort to develop, so I wanted to get back to more story based lit. Please let me know in comment or message if you would like...
After a hectic and traumatic weekend, it was Monday again, I was still in a state of shock after what had happened. I spent most of the day at my desk doing very little, and wondering if any of the loading bay crew had seen the photos of me kissing Drake's ass, but I thought they wouldn't recognize me, as I was fully made-up as a sissy in the picture, but I...
A little about myself before I start the story. A trim 35 year old man that would probably be diagnosed as a sex and porn addict. As long as I can remember, I've been extremely sexual. Starring at cleavage and tight pants, led to porn mags and the occasional video, led to the internet. Once the internet exploded, so did my sexual fantasies. Shemale porn, and...
Author's Note: This is a continuation of the narrative which commenced with "My Awkward Phase", which I posted here previously. Readers may wish to read that before continuing, although I have written them to stand alone. ***** Natives say that life cannot exist in LA without a car and money. My last days in LA proved those truisms. I'm from Brentwood, "...
Chapter 1 My Awkward Phase The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne in the Newspaper Office, our refuge at University High in Los Angeles. A g...
Continued from Part 1 -- Read that first! Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget t...
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her skirt gathered at the flatness of her tum, then fell away from her no-wais...
I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I cause. Many solutions present themselves, but are neither explored nor realized. I feel no sympathy, and remain far from empathy. I only feel joy fo...
This is the third part of a trilogy by three different authors. If you haven't read Torn by patricia51 and A Typical Day by Chagrined this won't mean much to you. They are both worth the read. Consider these two stories as the prolog. * While we attend church regularly, I'll admit to not being a praying man, but I prayed laying in bed that night. "God, he...