Betty couldn't remember the first time anyone called her Princess. Her father had never called her anything else. She could, however, remember the first time her little girl's mind made the association between the character on the theater screen and what she had always been called. "Daddy if I'm a Princess how come we don't live in a castle like that?" He...
I am not a nice guy. As long as I remember, I've not been the nicest of all fellows. In fact, calling me polite is often a stretch. It's not like I try to be an ass. It's more like I'll be a wiseass when treated like one, I'll tell people what I want. I'm assertive. Direct. Being this way has taught me several life lessons over the years. One consistent on...
An edited copy of my 2011 story. I want to thank my terrific editor "Midtown Kitten" for her story editing. I hope you enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------- It was a Thursday evening and I was just finishing choir rehearsal, where we were practicing for our upcoming spring concert. After leaving the church where we rehearsed...
Mu This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * Introduction My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved. I'm...
A day With Dorothy -- Part One - The Players Casey -- Submissive closet sissyfag with a corduroy fetish, owned by Karen. Karen -- Wife/Mistress to Casey and member of the Lady's Club. Julian - Submissive closet sissyfag owned by Dorothy (Dottie) Dottie -- Wife/Mistress to Julian and member of the Lady's Club. Maxie -- President and founder of the Lady...
This story is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to persons or things living or dead is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional. All persons depicted in a naked/sexual nature are 18 and up. Eighteen year old Jeremy Briarstein is forced to remain home while his parents go on an extended twenty year anniversary vacation. He is further dismayed to dis...
Author's Note: Hi ya'll. Sorry for the long time between updates but life has just been getting in the way. I've worked on this piece night after night for weeks, many times falling asleep with my laptop in my lap. Anyways, here it is. And it's a long one. And, as Thane will tell you, there are lots of problems to be solved. Thanks for reading! * She w...
Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed this mutually agreed upon deal on the purple futon in my studio apartment in downtown Emerald City, Mecca for coffee aficionados, a city of silvered skyscrapers, steep, frequently rain slicked streets and great, lumbering ferries plying the nearby sound. The new futon, my...
A girl, chained. Darkness was the main feature of the room - or was it a room? It was hard to fathom how big it was. The walls receded beyond the tight circle of light that came from a few torches. Smoke tainted the air under the vaulted ceiling that rested on big, square columns. Music sounded, a beautiful, yet eerie duet by two lovely sopranos. It...
Chicago Hotel Adventure: Night 2 The alarm was too loud when it went off. Wes had already been awake, but he jumped at the sound anyway. Roger shouted the word “Fuck!” without lifting his head from the pillow. Wes knew this outburst was a request to hit the snooze button, and he did so. Soon Roger was snoring contently once more. Wes felt pretty damn cont...