In this second chapter you will meet my dear sweet friend Brooklyn Lamb, a talented author of several books as Brittni and I continue our adventure with her. Also in the chapter is the talented writer Wendy, better known on Literotica as wendy53. Thanks ladies for your input and inspiration that helped make this chapter possible. ***** The next day we we...
David moved into my condo five weeks ago a week after his college commencement ceremony. He got to walk across the stage that day, but he didn't receive his 'sheepskin', as he had to finish one last required class for his degree. So he had to take a summer school class. When he moved he had no furniture to bring from his old dorm room. His largest items were...
This second chapter is by request. I recommend you all first read 'The Recording Studio' from my list of works before reading this Chapter 2. The first story completely sets the scene for this one, which will be a little incomplete and confusing otherwise. Thanks to 2mart4fools for editing and typo hunting. I have freely used her suggestions and ignored...
Bernadette was the model of simultaneous success and happiness. She hadn't heard the old adage, "Find something you love to do and figure out a way to get paid to do it," by the time she was in college, but she figured it out for herself. While she was working and working out at the school gym, she thought that she could be happy with a similar situation onc...
I was filling out my horse-imprinted check and I couldn't remember if Steve charged 65 or 75 dollars. "It's seventy-five, right?" I called out casually, not wanting to look cheap. "Well, actually," he said, "Eighty-five this year. I'm cutting back a little." Okay, I thought, and really, I understood. Steve was probably fifty years old; horse shoeing coul...
Of course, this is a work of fiction and those knowledgeable in things transgendered will find many flaws in the details of this story. Let them go. It's erotic fiction, not a medical treatise. Although I enjoy BDSM there is none here except that the idea of having one's body transformed in some permanent way seems to me to be the ultimate bondage scenario....
Valentine's Day didn't usually hold much significance for me; I can think of only one that stands out and it happened my senior year in high school. My boyfriend had climbed up the old Sycamore tree in my backyard, rapping lightly on my bedroom window whispering, "Valentine Delivery Jenn." His delivery was a bottle of massage oil. We'd had a great time "mass...
Chapter 01: Gardens and Esther They say sixty is the new forty but I don't really believe it. The only ones that do are living in a fantasy world, and I've met more then my share of them lately. Reality hit me right between the eyes when I turned seven years old. I found out there was no Santa Clause or Easter Bunny, not to mention the Tooth Fairy. She had...
I knew the fridge was empty so I made a shopping list during my afternoon break and on the way home from work I stopped at Safeway. I grabbed a cart, hit the courtesy counter to get my lottery tickets for that nights drawing and then headed for the produce section. I am not a picky shopper. I know what I'm after so I pretty much grab and go. I'm not one to...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...