(Femslash. Rory/Paris/Ms. Peters. Notes. This story takes place after my story "Detention". As far as I can determine Ms. Peters, the faculty advisor for "The Franklin" never had her first name given. Therefore I have chosen one for her. As always, the characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. Th...
Libraries are generally very reserved places. I like the dark stacks of books and the quiet. I am fond of the smell of old bindings and decaying paper. Of course, men don't usually find those women in my line of work entirely attractive. Frankly, I have to admit that I don't find myself entirely attractive. I am too tall and thin. My hair is long and flat, a...
It's been the longest day as I walk into the house and drop my oversized purse on the floor next to the door. I don't even bother hanging up the keys, they're already in my jacket pocket and it has found its place next to my purse. I look around though and see that the day is about to take a turn for the better. There in the middle of the living room, on t...
About a month after we got married, Ed and I discovered what a turn-on it was for him to give me a good, butt warming spanking. I remember the first time. It all started over such a trivial incident. During Ed's last year of law school we decided to get married. I worked in a store near campus. Money was tight. But, we didn't want to wait to get married so...
It wasn't too long after we started experimenting with adding other people into our sex life that I was asked to go to New York City with a client to look for condos in Manhattan. Usually I wouldn't do such a thing: one, I do not hold a NY real estate license and two, I don't know the market, but this particular client is both a celebrity who has brought me...
Lying on the desk Sarah let the muted sounds of the club wash over her. Stunned at what had just happened she didn't know how to feel. Should she be shocked that it had happened or was she actually glad it had happened, she wasn't sure. On silent feet she went over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. The red wig was still in place, barely, but her...
Chapter 16 -- The Conclusion After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid transvestite prison prostitute. That said, after you read on and see how I have ended the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to explore in this story; especially the development o...
I hate shopping for insurance. That's how I felt that warm June day. I had been shopping around for a new insurance company for a few weeks, and felt I was going crazy with terms like: Non-Guaranteed Life, Universal Life, Whole Life and Ordinary Life making my head swim. It was 4 P.M., and I was on my way to my last appointment for the day, a small indepen...
"I thought this was a team project," I say. "I dropped everything to come in on a Saturday for an emergency team meeting, and it's just you and me? That's just awesome. I love this company." I sling my laptop bag onto the armchair in the corner of your office, put my hand on my hip and pop the top off my coffee. Mercy, I haven't even had my coffee yet. "Bar...
Before I share the exhibitionist details of my married life, I do have some notable exposures that 'bare' (mispelling is intentional) mention. First honorable mention that I neglected to write about is what may have led up to the taking of my boyfriend down into the basement and essentially performing my first hand job.(See chapter 4) I had stated that I w...