Grateful acknowledgment is given to my dear friend Louise, aka, [email protected], without whose able assistance and keen eye I would never have learned the difference between taut and taunt and a host of other pitfalls for the unlearned. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to persons known or unknown is unintentional. This story was writte...
The morning after I killed Karen, I cautiously left my safe house. Before she died she had told me her accomplice would be waiting for me, but there was nobody in sight as I made my way to my Town Car and headed out of the subway access tunnel where my lair is hidden. My first stop was Mina's, the bar where I had made my first contact with Karen the night b...
Chapter 9: Let's all go bi The day was gloriously beautiful. Simon was dressed in faded skintight soft denim jeans. Nice tight lowrise hugging his ass and hips. Scuffed Hippie flares touching the top of his barefeet. He wore a sparkly silver club wear top and of course, always a collection of sluttish bangles on his fem boy wrists. He threw a purple girlie...
Lizy stood out on her small wooden porch waiting for her friend to arrive. She wasn't sure what time to expect her. Kent's schedule was so unpredictable. And Cathryn insisted on facing Kent and telling him in person. He deserved that she supposed. In her opinion she should have never married that man. Sam was always the one for Cathryn. A sigh of relief esc...
'I wasn't always like this,' it occurred to her as she sat naked, on the pool table in the dingy back room of the bar, the yellow light from the dangling overhead lamp gleaming in the eyes of the black men surrounding her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her bag lying on the pool table near to her, and thought, inside that bag is her license, her...
19 Buffy was in Angel's room studying her next Art exam. The room was so quiet and tranquil, that if you dropped a pin you hear it drop. The silence was something that Buffy needed now in her life. Even though it's been close to, two months after the rape, it still haunted her at night. She never mentioned it to Angel about the nightmares or waking up in th...
Chapter 1 Donna is a 40 year old housewife, mother, and member of a secretarial pool. Thanks to the belittling her husband gives her about her plump/full figure - she feels more like 50, but time has been kind to her, as her face still has an early 30's look to it. Sex has been more of a chore (done once weekly) since her 2nd child was born and her only out...
To Rene, with all my love. The line of texta spreads across the white…a writhing, headless blue snake twisting and turning against the starkness of the blank wall. A noise. The pen drops to the ground, shedding its curling paper skin, the words texta now faded only to ext. Forgotten, it bleeds blue blood into the carpet. Mother. Her voice is loud, a high p...
Deceptively guided through a garden path of ecstatic sexual exploits by a preternaturally mysterious woman, a young man's journey to sissyhood reaches a defining moment. He is Your Master Now Part 1: On the Precipice. Six months ago, Ambrose Sweet's body wasn't completely shaved, and he had never worn women's lingerie. Six months ago he was barely aware...
Chapter I All this happened to me over forty years ago in Africa, in a world that was slowly adapting to a future without its former white rulers. It was an exciting time and for a young man fresh out of veterinary college it was the place to go for adventure before settling down into the family practice. In those days a government scheme for voluntary serv...