How I become a wearer of women's underwear and love it. * It was the third or fourth time I had found myself doing it. Well that is not quite true, as I had done it years ago when I was a kid. I am talking now about doing it as an adult. As a forty five year old married man, a near middle-aged successful businessman who has been married for twenty years. I...
Sylvia McKay had been dreading this day for weeks, but there was no getting around it. She was headed for the lawyer's office that day around noon in the company of her two children for the official reading of her husband's will. She and Richard had drawn up the document together, so she didn't expect any surprises, but she had her kids with her anyway, fo...
I put the phone back on the receiver, as I thought about what I was about to do. For a moment I actually considered calling back and telling her to find someone else, that I wasn't her little fix-it puppy any more, but I didn't. I knew I wouldn't. It was a game, a game that had started long ago, shortly after I had walked out on her. Actually, it had started...
Chapter 2: Stranded (6,8k words, plot, racism, mini gts, female muscles, slight teasing, character introductions, futanari) Thankfully for them it was an unusually warm day in spring. The water was still pleasantly warmed up by the last sunrays gleaming over the surface and the coastline was nearby, soon the two would reach the shore. Margaret effortlessl...
This story was adapted from a chat play between myself and Mark_44. The noise of the club is dulled outside the little back room as the bar fills the orders for last call. The walls are tagged with graffiti and gig posters. I walk in, all five-foot-three of me, with a wide grin and my phone in one hand and a bottle of Stella in the other. My skin is light b...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. Yes there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes this is stupid shit, and yes, I am...
There is no graphic sex in this story. * CHAPTER ONE The West Country was as beautiful as ever. I enjoyed my job, but the times when I came down to Devon and travelled the western counties were special. Seeing the hills and valleys, with hedgerows delineating the irregular shapes of meadows and pastures, flecked with the white of sheep or the dun red of c...
"Troubles when they come, come not single spies, but in battalions." Chapter 1. Storm. Margot sat staring sightlessly before the large picture window in the lounge. Big black clouds were rolling in from the sea. The atmosphere was oppressive and the town waited for the storm to break to bring relief to the sweltering populace. Lightening ripped the air w...
32. You're a Good Man, Victor Creed Creed guided the SUV down the tree-lined two-lane highway with his left hand. His right rested in his lap and twitched whenever the sound of the engine told him that he needed to shift. He'd given up on trying to get completely used to automatic transmission. He glanced over at the frail. She was flipping through the stac...
Part Ten I woke to the sound of a Harley some distance off and approaching. For a moment or two I didn’t know where I was. A dark room filled with an unfamiliar smell; a bed with musty sheets in which I lay naked. The side of my face was sore and my hip joints ached. The burn in my groin brought it all back to me in the next moment, and I sat upright, pul...