I was finally going to see his wife in person. It was hard to place my feelings in a category. I knew it had to happen. I badly needed to see her, to confirm all the things I imagined from the few photos publicly available on social media. A slightly blurred profile pic suggested someone wishing they looked younger. I guessed that a loose fitting top worn in...
Subtitle: A Crossdresser's Misadventures A couple of weeks had gone by since my introduction into the Blue Diamond Club. I'd been too busy with work to pursue anything more; at least, that was my excuse. If I'd been honest, I feared how much further I'd be willing to go. I hadn't dressed in anything fem since that night. Instead, I masturbated in the dark o...
My hands shook as I clasped them around the shaft. Damn, girl, get a hold of yourself. I looked around at the sea of faces, wishing I could stop being such a coward. My feet lurched backward. I was going to run, I had to run. Just as I was about to exit the stage, I felt a hand on the middle of my back. I looked up and saw Jared looking down at me, waiting...
© Bedtime Storyteller – all rights reserved. ============================================= She had no idea she'd get to see him again so soon, but thanks to a strange twist of fate, there they were, sitting side by side in a dark theater. She had tried to watch the movie, Fahrenheit 9/11, but her efforts to concentrate became completely useless when he pul...
Strangely, I love writing drama stories (haha). This story was written in response to a challenge, the prompts were: dating website, twin that doesn't feel comfortable, and lastly a sofa. A super weird tale here - a modern fairy tale! "Tristy, when will you stop with the mermaids?!" I... will never know (haha)! *** New Love At work, she was on pizza duty...
It was the thing she had for swoopy haired boys, Gwen decided, that made it so difficult for her to dislike Julian Swanson. And she really wanted to dislike him. Why? The reasons were many. His laziness, his money and the spoiled churlish attitude he wore with pride—fostered by his fawning mother— were at the top of the list. However if she were truly h...
I considered myself a lucky man. I had a nice job and a beautiful wife. I'm Jeff and my wife is named Jennifer me and our friends call her Jenn for short. We met in college I played football, nothing that impressive just good enough to get into school, and I saw her at a party she was wearing tight jeans that showed off her perfect bubble ass and a black ta...
It's Friday eve, the week has been unmercifully slow. Snail's pace was to fast of a depiction. I was headed to the train station like I did most days. It was only on rare occasions where I'd actually drive in to work. The traffic was too treacherous to sit in day in and day out, I'd rather commute than to deal with that nonsense. As I make my into the breeze...
She loved the way he winked at her across the classroom, how he sometimes touched her shoulders when he greeted her from behind. The little flirtatious jokes he made in class, making her blush under his knowing gaze. Rick was talented, clever, and hilarious -- he definitely gave off a strange sort of animalistic vibe. And that's why she wanted him. But she...
Do you remember the choose your own path stories you used to read when you were a kid? I do, and I loved them. Still do, as a matter of fact. So here's the deal. I am going to be the main character in your very own erotic Choose Your Path story. You're welcome. Here's how it works. After introducing myself I'll describe a scenario that is currently goin...