A/N: For all my struggling trans girls, I wrote this one for you. Keep on keepin' on, I believe in you! *** Waking up in the morning was the worst. Carla had known better than to take morning classes- this was her third year now, she was too mature for rookie mistakes like that- but fuck, she was not a morning person. Even though it couldn't have been mu...
The sun rose over the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. As is my custom, I rose with it. I didn't get home till the wee hours of the morning, since there was a full moon and I was away in the wilderness, for I had certain urgent matters to tend to. Nevertheless, I woke up rested and refreshed. After showering, getting dressed and eating breakfast, I wa...
The throaty grumble of the bike echoed off the brick walls of the bar as he pulled into the near empty parking lot. It appeared that the late hour and the earlier rain had chased all but the most faithful patrons back to their homes. Home was where he should be also but after a particularly rough work day all he wanted was to wash away his troubles in an ice...
Well, I had to admit that could have gone better. Mickie and I were going to reveal to my parents that she was transgender, but my brother Ted discovered it before we ever had a chance to explain, and 'outed' her with a rather nasty homophobic rant. Mickie left the cabin crying and I was about to open a can of whoop ass on my brother, but my Dad intervened a...
Hey everyone! Here's part 4 All characters engaged in sexual activity are above the age of consent. Also, because someone decided to copy my stories and publish them online elsewhere, I would like to remind everyone my stories and characters are protected under copyright law. ***** As I hurry to get to class, I rush into the stairwell and trip. My book an...
Writer's note: To research...dialogue grammar rules. ~ ~ ~ "I don't like children." As he described, his clothes are all black. There's usually a cool print on his t-shirt, like a funky rainbow. Long and well-fitting pants, beanie, light-colored muffler. Strands of night-colored hair...is it dyed? Baby faced, fair skin, warm blue eyes...expressive. Oh, a...
Sunbathing on Giuliana's yacht while moored in Syracuse's harbor – quite sexy, indeed. Giuliana had gifted me a tight-fitting, one-piece swim suit, very modern in cut. And what was surprising was that in addition to the artificial breast forms within, it also incorporated the most ingeniously designed hip padding. Other than the yacht crew, which learned ear...
It has been at least thirteen years since I first discovered my kink and one year since I started to think about making it come true. This is a kink I have not shared a word with anyone for a fear of being judged and a fear of being told that it was not right to indulge in such objectification. Finally I came to the point where I said "screw the world, it's...
CHAPTER 2: INTO THE BELLY OF THE BEAST I emerged from the one story NaSE (National Service Entrance) Facility into a beautiful mid -- morning Monday. Behind me was that portal which had swallowed me and my husband Jerry, a week ago. I turned to look back at the entrance. Ellipses, etched in the grey poured concrete around the grimy plexiglass entrance, sym...
Thank you for all the positive feedback for the first two parts of 'The Writer's Muse' and I hope you like the final part as much. Once again I caution anyone who doesn't like the description of sex with a Trans girl to find another story in a different category. However, for those who like the genre and haven't read my story 'Leftovers' yet I have now mov...