My husband Calvin and I live on the Upper East Side of New York City in a large studio-style apartment. We've been there for two years so far on our way to getting a house. We both love the neighborhood and the people in our building. Calvin and I are successful corporate consultants, and Samantha, a lawyer, was one of our good friends. Sam was also our next...
Tonya brushed her short black hair into place. She let her hands run down her yellow dress. She wanted to look perfect. Look perfect for him. Her mother left an hour earlier. Kevin would be here any minute. She took a deep breath and stared into her own brown eyes. She exhaled and hung her head grasping the edge of the sink. Kevin. How had she ended up actin...
Boston Bang Once when I was feeling playful, I'd dressed up as a school teacher to attend an Ivy League university fundraiser. I love to shock people, and I thought some of them would find it funny. I wore a short black skirt and a semitransparent white blouse with no bra. The two shirt pockets of the blouse doubled the material and hid my nipples enough...
Before I had met my husband Randy, I'd read a piece of erotic fiction he had written before we knew each other. It was so well written, I thought it had been plagiarized from somewhere. I had so many orgasms reading it I eventually memorized the piece and imagined myself as the lead character in the story, a white wife who gives in to interracial urges and g...
"You wananother drink while I'm up?" Karen asked. She was wearing a transparent red nightie with faux feather trim. Her red thong was partially riding up between her legs forcing her to adjust it as she walked. Red was a good color for the tan fleshed woman. Even though she was in her own house and it made more sense to be barefoot she was wearing a pair of...
********** A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! ********** Imagine me. A slim eighteen year old boy, dressed. I mean Dressed. Dressed up that is, in my sister's clothes. I felt good, very good. In fact I felt incredible. I had done this several t...
Chapter 8. The Epiphany I heard several female voices detach themselves from the general murmur of conversation and I became aware that several were in the room with me. I could barely move as it was so I didn't really try but I think I counted four voices. I also heard the sound of clothes being removed. I heard the unmistakeable snap of elastic. Surprisin...
(This is a piece of fiction, and not to be taken seriously and is simply a piece of fantasy. Take it for what it is, and enjoy.) It was a Sunday afternoon, and best friends Michael and Marcus were playing video games, and smoking Weed in Marcus's bedroom. Marcus lived with his mother Cedella, on the same council estate as Jamie and his family. They had know...
Her legs, first of all, were unbelievable. Natalie Chastain had the sexiest legs young Ron had ever seen. It was his dream job to work as a sports writer, another dream of his to work with such a hot chick, for lack of a better term. That's the way he thought of her, a hot chick. Even though she was dignified, accomplished, and 28 years old compared to his...
Although I was in Germany on holidays, today I wasn't having a particularly good time. I'd misread the train timetable and missed the train I'd planned to catch. So instead of getting an off-peak hour train with few passengers, I was on a peak hour train. When I got on, most of the seats were already taken. Rather than asking people to move over or move the...