Author's Disclaimer: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression. I hope you do enjoy this chapter if y...
The water ran down her in multiple rivulets both narrow and wide, flattening her hair to her and accentuating her curves. With her eyes closed, her face was tilted upward to be splashed directly with the hot spray. Her right leg was purposely bent forward, hiding the treasure nestled between her thighs. "Raise your hands up as if you're about to cup them t...
This is the sixth installment of the "In a World..." series, detailing the erotic journey of Ginnifer and Rick. This narrative can stand alone, but it's at its best when read in the slowly-building sequence. This is also a cross-category story that leans deepest into the prurient parts of the "Loving Wives" category. More sensitive readers should check the I...
Prologue: Lauren and Grant had been married for fifteen years now (together for twenty total), and the boring routine of life had long settled into a comfortable (if not exciting) routine. Even their sex life was predictable. The only complaint either of them had was the disparity in their sex drives. Lauren had never had a high libido, and the birth of two...
(Special thanks to Sunshine for her time and editing skills) * "Ok, you have to stop teasing me. Tell me what the surprise is!" my wife Amanda demanded as we drove home. We had just finished a really nice dinner, and had dressed for the occasion. I was wearing khaki pants and a white collared shirt with a striped tie that Amanda had given me as a birthday...
Welcome to part four of this ongoing series. As promised, we are going to get back to the group sex motif. Any similarities to any persons, places, events, or anything you make have ever heard or imagined before is a complete accident. ***** It was quickly becoming the slowest week of my life. Everybody knows where I'm coming from, I'm sure. You have a fu...
I woke from a comfortable dream of snuggling Maddie to the comfortable reality of snuggling Maddie. My arms wrapped around her belly, and my face was buried against her sprawl of black hair. I could swear that I could feel the freckles that speckled her body like a constellation of tiny stars with the tips of my fingers. I smiled and nuzzled against her neck...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
PART 4: California *** I looked out the window, observing white wispy clouds glide past my view of the brilliantly blue ocean beneath. And then the coastline came back into sight. We were almost there. Months after graduation. Months of enduring the mental torture inside my own conscience. Months of dreaming about Courtney's face. And now we were almost t...
"So glittery!" Reema exclaimed as she held her fingers out in front of her. Her newly groomed nails reminded her of the fun glitter pens they used to use back in art class. The speckled turquoise paint gleamed like tiny jewels. Her hands felt extra smooth, too, and smelled so nice! As she kept admiring her 'zany' nail polish, Cassie pointed out that they s...