***Author's Note: For all of you coming back for more—this story is specifically designed to go off the deep end. If you want from me a realistic, grounded depiction of people who you might recognize, wait about a week until the first chapter of my next series is ready. This story is supposed to be over the top (OK, maybe way over the top). To be honest, it'...
Note: The story below contains graphic depictions of bisexual activity and bisexual watersports. If this activity displeases you, please hit the return button now. So there I was, waiting at the airport for my friend Christine, and nervous as hell. Years ago, in college, Christine and I had been lovers. We continued to sleep together off and on for years, b...
Valari clicked off the computer monitor, her hand shaking as the button depressed. Her courage faded with the image on the screen. One thought ran through her mind-I shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have given him my number. As she bit her bottom lip the subtle flavor of her cherry lip gloss filled her mouth. She pushed back the desk chair and took a sip...
Mike had the damned ticket anyway, so it seemed crazy not to use it. Two tickets for the London Eye. On Valentine's Day. He'd booked it months ago, in the first flushes of his relationship with Vicki. He should have known it wouldn't have lasted this long. No, wait, that was wrong. It was a negative way of thinking that had oozed through every aspect...
The guys were ready for us. They were pretty well organized. First each guy had written the name of the girl who would be his first choice on a little card and then the guys turned in all the cards to James Bradley and Dave Wallace who were the two organizers and if one girl got ten or fewer picks then all the guys who had picked her got her. That was becaus...
I woke up the next morning in the most delicious way possible...a smiling cowboy holding a big cup of coffee. "I don't know how you like your coffee so I made it ranch style: hot, strong, black and sweet. I figure you can use the sugar rush and caffeine kick," he said with that sheepish little boy grin. I rolled over and smiled as I took the cup of coffee...
Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I'm just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn't just being thirty. Maybe it's the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain't where I thought I'd be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live...
Note to the dear reader: Written over a lazy Sunday afternoon. I've found that my favorite stories here are the ones that delve deeply into the various sensations of crossdressing. So here's one to us girls who enjoy every step of the transformation. *** My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest as I stepped out the front door. Halfway through, I...
This story is entirely fictitious. All names and likenesses are fabricated, and all characters depicted are over the age of 18. This story is multiple pages / chapters, and involves elements of romance and erotica. -------------------------------- Chapter Two: Later that day I stood in my room, banging my head against the dresser. Not only had I ejaculat...
I tried to straighten my face as I stuck the Ms Mack sign on my classroom door. I didn't succeed. It was 5.52pm on a Thursday night and I should have been at home, in the shower, turning myself into a submissive goddess in expectation of my Sir's arrival, and instead I was uncomfortable in the heels and crumpled shirt and blouse that I'd been wearing all day...