Preliminary note: Just wanted to say, this is a work of fiction! I do not approve of incest which in real life is usually base for abuse, family members are there to be loved not fucked (unless it´s a willing cousin or something of the same age with real mutual consent and at your own risk if you don't use a condom). Another small comment in the same line:...
Stewart was maybe twenty-two, tall and desperately thin but not unattractive, with short curly red hair and cheerful, friendly eyes. He tried, out of politeness, not to keep looking at what was so wantonly exposed to him (and, indeed, to everyone, but Stewart had a front row seat, so to speak), but some things can't be ignored. He kept his manner profession...
I'm sorry it's been awhile since I've contributed, I really appreciate all of you sending me Emails with your comments, good and bad. They've been really helpful. Please keep it up. I have several more stories almost ready for publication so keep a lookout as well and let me know your thoughts. This story is about something that happened to me a few years...
We're all hard-wired differently, but exactly how that wiring will cause us to act in any particular circumstance is a mystery. That is, most of the time I don't believe that we can really predict how we will react to true life-altering situations. While both my parents were alive I remember thinking that I could take their deaths in stride. That is until...
Monday morning Sara, Shannon and I were on the highway heading back home to the ranch after a very good sales week at the rally. Nigel and his four girls were following close behind us in a separate van that they had rented to make the trip from the Twin Cities to the Sturgis Rally. Nigel's girls were going to entertain my cowboys for the next two days and...
Lou Brenner, the building's senior resident, has been in his flat for five years. He has had the same job, head of security at the local chocolate factory, ever since 1a had been converted into flats. He had never had the good fortune to find a soul mate, and at the age of thirty-one had, subconsciously, even stopped looking. There had been the occasional 'o...
Here we explore the subculture of "sleepy sex," where one or more participants assume the role of a cadaver. This fetish may range from benign to murderous. Our tale, however, relies on liquor, licentiousness and latex. I take the liberty of setting the story in a funeral home. In reality, the cemetery or mortuary would be far too perilous an arena. Anonymit...
11:22 P.M. the LeGend Manor "Evenin' Bankshot." grinned Garrison Dhorne as he opens his laptop computer on the coffee table before him, cracking his knuckles. "Time for you to make Daddy Dhorne some mulah. Sifting through his various e-mails he collects his thoughts on a variety of business options. His ventures were always well played investing in only tho...
When I woke up in the morning and remembered what I'd done last night, it took me a few minutes before I could sort everything out. I'd been in, like a trance or something driving home, and I'd undressed and fallen into my bed and immediately into a deep sleep. This morning, lying back on my pillows, knowing I had to get up and go to work, I took the time to...
Chapter Two: My reveal, a true reveal for the sissy in me. I reach to the bottom of the stairs and at the front doorway entrance, Helen and Jenny are standing and looking at me in my black maids dress, white tights, black velvet 5 inch spike heel pumps, wig and makeup. The look on their faces seeing me dressed as such is priceless. This is the first time He...