Chapter 2: The Letter Every married woman has a secret hideaway for personal things. Jeni was no different. She reached into her lamp table drawer and pulled out that envelope she'd kept hidden for many years. Through the years, she developed a strange attachment to this letter. She hated it, yet she could not destroy it; it had a mysterious hold on her. Th...
I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the summer. I was home on break from college where home was actually my family's shore house. We'd been spending every summer at the beach since I was a little kid and I still looked forward to it each spring. As soon as I was old enough, I had started working so that I had pocket money for the summer and, as a...
Kelsea's morning blowjob was more spirited than usual, her lips suckling against Roland's head like she was trying to taste his very essence. She shut her eyes, seeming to be enraptured, as though he were an irresistible taste to relish and enjoy. Roland put a hand against her head, pulling back her hair and rubbing against the bare skin of her forehead. "St...
After my first little escapade with Suzy, I decided we needed to go shopping. Suzy, you'll recall was my first spinner – a petite, lightweight, young-looking, nasty little slut you can spin around the end of your dick. I decided she needed to fuck a little more publicly than she'd done the previous night, when she'd blown three guys on the hood of my car, in...
Thank you all for the great comments and votes. It helps keep my motivation going. As I woke in the morning I could feel Julie's body pressed next to me. I realized that this wasn't just a dream. I had actually gotten to "third base" with a girl. Granted I was still a virgin on the day after my eighteenth birthday. But the day of my birthday was by far the...
Author's Note: Thanks for the feedback to Part One. Part Two and much of Part Three was completed several months ago, but were both on a USB drive that failed completely. It has been reconstructed from memory. ************************************* I woke up the next morning without any of the usual aches and pains, and no trace of a hangover. That was wei...
This is a nasty story. There's no love, no romance and little tenderness. The participants do not, 'make love'---they fuck. They do it in every orifice; there's ATM and fucking during menstruation. There is no BDSM, but the sex is not gentle---be warned. I was pulling HQ duty officer one night with an NCO I knew from Vietnam. He was a very sharp, younger th...
"What the fuck is this?!" It was the scream heard round the world, or at least around the apartment complex. "Answer me young lady!" The voice was that of fifty three year old Gwendolyn Veracruz who lived in the apartment directly above mine. Gwendolyn was an avid church attendee and seldom user of the profane languages. She wasn't known for shouting but tod...
This is a follow-on to my second chapter where I had enjoyed the pleasures of being a real female. These experiences were really a very realistic hallucination. This third chapter continues where the first left off, with me being a male transformed into a slutty looking female but still being a male underneath the trappings. It is what really happened as op...
Reed Thompson was a real estate developer. Among the properties that he owned was the “Golden Sands Motel,” located on old route 41 in Daytona Beach, Florida. Like all business owners, he had a hard time keeping help, especially for the evening shifts. Today, he was interviewing a woman for the ten PM to seven AM desk clerk position. The woman, Mary Jo Sn...