Renascence Noun: The revival of something that has been dormant --- I was supposed to be a good girl. But good girls don't hang around by the dumpsters smoking cigarettes. Good girls don't take sleeping pills to sleep the entire weekend away. Good girls don't fail classes in their senior year of high school. And yet here I was, sitting awkwardly lik...
Special thanks to SteveWallace for help editing some of this story and offering advice to help me grow as a writer. SteveWallace also publishes on this site under TLCgiver and Romantic1. This is an edited version of the original story I posted here before. All mistakes are mine. **** Cruising down the interstate, the sun cast it's orange glow inside the...
I have been in love with physics since my first exposure to it, it is my religion, it is my life. I love believing that each and every interaction can, on some level, be explained by a mathematical formula, even if that formula needs a little bit of statistical uncertainty for lubrication. It was my second year of grad school, and, as much as I loved my sch...
Nurse Rachet was the school nurse for Milburn High School and had been here for almost 20 years now. Single, never married with no kids of her own. She considered the student body her kids in her mind and became quite close to many over the years. Since she has no children, she retained a nice figure. She biked and hiked regularly, so her thighs remained fi...
"Women are just inherently more attractive than men." "That's such bullshit . You only think that because you're a straight guy who hasn't got the imagination to grasp other people might not think like you. I can think of plenty of attractive men." "Sure. But you can also think of plenty of hot women too." "Yeah, but I don't fancy them." "I never said yo...
Ch.9 The Tangled Webs We Weave Marietta stood looking at Chico, her half-naked body glowing with the sun behind her. Chico pulled on his pants and held his hands out to her, to come to him. Marietta stepped into him and felt his arms around her, smiling at the feeling of him. "Marietta, mi amante dulce, odio tener que dejarte." (my sweet lov...
The Date Continues (finally) ***** Just as Ollie and John began to wonder what was keeping their dates, they spotted the delectable pair of sissies returning from the rest room. When they reached the table, both men stood. Their politeness was rewarded by a brief kisses from the pretty lads. Each girlyboy also managed to run her hands across the crotch of...
Disclaimer: All living and artificial characters, places and companies are figment of the author's imagination. Unfortunately you cannot order a doll from 'Fooka Fikka Pichka' Inc. Note the tongue? It is firmly planted in cheek. ©2010 Wolffwerks "Please fuck the shoe slut Sir or Ma'am! I am Dr. Bane's Pichka and I would love to take you to the Night of t...
I was on the road headed to Connecticut to meet Helen, my cum loving secretary friend whom you may know from another one of my stories. We'd planned to go on a sexed-up Caribbean cruise together after living in different cities for a year and I was driving across the country to meet her. En route to her house, I stopped in various cities to visit friends and...
Early on a Tuesday evening in a trendy bar in central London, 2 women are having a drink together. The place is quite busy, but not crowded, and the women have one of the good tables by the window. The women are Americans on a short holiday together, a 4 day break from their usual routine back home in Chicago. They arrived pretty late last night and so this...