"So when did the girls say they were coming?" Raquel Martin asked taking a sip of her beer. "They said they would be here at six." Raven Smith answered also drinking from her beer. "And you told them where to meet us?" Amanda Dale asked. "Positive." Raven assured them both. "So what in the hell is taking them so long?" Raquel asked impatiently. "Dud...
Jackson got home and immediately curled up in bed. He didn't want to move for the rest of the weekend. He'd finally worked up the courage to ask a co-worker out at work. She politely rejected the invitation. Then later on in the day, Jackson spotted her flirting with some musclebound blockhead. Seeing that was like having hot coals dumped over his head. Twe...
With the drive less than a few minutes, Caleb found himself in his bed laying down thinking of what just happened. His memory recalled every second of what went down and the sensations of having sex with her and then sucking her off. The guilt of swallowing sperm was not there, and it shocked him as did the exciting memory of what it tasted like. The feeling...
The next few days at work developed into a pattern for Stacy; Clive would email her with work to be done, the work becoming more and more important as she proved her capability, and would fuck her, normally at least once a day. Every day she received a couple of missed calls from Rebecca as well as texts pleading with her to make contact; Stacy smiled at the...
Finally a Princess (Part 5) Part 5 of a Disney loving crossdresser who has come out to his wife on a Disney Cruise. With more help, some more Pixie Dust, the dreams continue to come true but some realities are also faced. I woke up to the feel of the ship vibrating. Since we were frequent cruisers I knew that meant that the side thrusters were being used...
Bear with me folks, I'm adapting a third person non-smut story about a blind girl into a somewhat smutty first person story about a transgender girl because I didn't feel like doing the necessary research needed to write a decent story about blindness. Forgive any tense errors; some stuff probably just fell through the cracks, and frankly, I don't know why I...
Act Six: Second Helpings * * * * Intermezzi Tomoe Exposition walks into the sterile white plane. The click-clacking of her heels echoes. Soon she finds a worn, maroon leather recliner chair next to a counterfeit Tiffany floor lamp. "Wow. A Matrix reference. Why am I not surprised." She sits in the lounger, taking care to cross her legs and smooth her bla...
Apart from a brief flashback, all of the events in this piece may or (far more likely) may not have occurred during a period of a little over three hours on the morning of April 1st 1985. It's set in a large and luxurious home in an unspecified London suburb. Names have been changed partly in order to protect the guilty, but mainly to facilitate the creation...
Oh my. This is easily the rawest thing I will ever write. I really wanted to get in a lot of aspects of the queer femme experience in, not just the stuff I knew. While a lot of it is inspired by guttural feelings, it's meant to be the main's story first and foremost, and branch out into the stories of others. A lot of it was the desire to really communicat...
In general, I hope that every Montauk story can stand alone and complete. This breaks that mold, but should hopefully still be enjoyable to new readers. It's intended as a way to say thank you to the people who have been kind enough to stick with the series. Your reading, comments and emails are appreciated. There shouldn't be too much in here that is head-s...