My dreams, my fantasies had come true. Who would have thought? I mean one night stand with Teresa (call me Terry) of all people. At the Olympics in the Velodrome of all places watching the track cycling finals. Is that just coincidence or what? The girl in the office where I worked - a very large office and whenever I had tried to chat her up there was a...
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Greetings, kind folks. How are you doing today? My name is Sylvester Fordman. I'm a student at Boston Metropolitan Institute of Technology, one of the best private colleges in the nation. College life is fun these days. Well, if you're lucky enough to have found the right college or university. For me, the right college has to have an even number of men and...
It had been a while since they had been out, so when they finally had some time alone they made plans to have a night on the town. At his urging, she dressed in a form-fitting black dress that was a little too short and tight for her liking and a pair of heels, and they headed out to a local dive known for live music and cheap drinks. They listened to a few...
This is the first of the stories written by my boyfriend and I. This was written by my boyfriend, the characters in this story are his development. As the series go on, they develop based on the stories that come before it. Enjoy! * * * * * As the cold night's air and slight rain start to sober Jennifer up a little, she realises just how silly an idea it w...
Luther Jackson listened to the river. Babble fucking babble, like a pile driver in his brain. That's the way it had been for the last forty minutes. However, he knew that if he kept walking along the river he would eventually find his way back to the campsite. He couldn't believe he had let those motherfucking crackers talk him into going camping. He looke...
I was sitting down in the cold dining room wondering what to do with that house, something I used to do any time I had free, avoiding to think of Martin, his picture and last letter still in a corner, looking distant through the opaque glass of the cupboard. Tightening my shawl around my body I thought there was food and shelter, I definitely could not comp...
Mel had lead a very sheltered childhood living in the country. Her mother was a very dominant and controlling woman, the powerful force behind the successful family business. Her father wasn't a big presence in her life, always working hard and bowing down to mother's demands. Constantly enduring her criticism over the years had made him weak and submissive,...
My experience as the controlling force in my husband's life is certainly not unique, but I do believe that the way I guide our lives works so well that it is worth sharing. As is the case with many of your wives, I did not have any idea that BDSM, when used by a loving wife within a female-led marriage, could be such an effective way of improving my marriage...
AUTHORS NOTE This is the first chapter of the second book in my Pleasant Moo series. It picks up where Pleasant Moo Farms left off. Alex, a homebody and video game addict fresh out of college and struggling to find employment, has undergone a detailed, male-to-female genetic transformation that has left his body changed and his apartment, which he shares w...