Second Chances
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Sarah’s soft sigh of contentment woke Brian a few hours later. They were snuggled beneath a wool blanket, the glowing embers of the fire still keeping the interior of the cabin warm and cozy. Brian held her cradled spoonlike against him, and he smiled, nuzzling her neck with soft kisses to wake her up.
Sarah blinked several times, sighing again as she snuggled back against his firm chest. She felt sated and happy, but a small part of her was worried about what Brian must think of her. She had been entirely shameless, and she nibbled her bottom lip.
‘Brian?’ she ventured hesitantly.
‘Mmmm,’ he mumbled, still exploring her neck, ‘what is it, my angel?’
‘You don’t think very badly of me, do you?’
Brian paused, frowning as he raised his head to meet her eye. ‘Why would I think badly of you?’
She blushed and looked away. Her voice was small when she replied. ‘You said I was a nasty little whore for…,’ she swallowed hard before meeting his eye once more, ‘for sucking your cock.’
Brian tried hard to resist the impulse, but he finally gave in and threw his head back, laughing hysterically. Sarah was not amused, and she turned in his arms. She gave him a heated glare, waiting impatiently for his mirth to subside.
‘You are so mean!’ she accused. ‘Just because you think I’m a whore, it’s not nice to laugh in my face.’
He was still grinning when he met her eye. ‘I’m laughing because you are so wonderfully naïve and innocent, my angel. I don’t think you’re a whore at all. I think you’re absolutely beautiful and perfect.’
Sarah raised a brow, watching him suspiciously. ‘What about the things you told me? You said that only a nasty, dirty little whore would suck a man’s cock or let him spurt in her mouth. Are you saying the things you told me aren’t true?’
‘Well,’ his grin widened as he kneaded her bottom, ‘some of them were true.’
‘Which ones?’ she asked, narrowing her eyes.
Brian chuckled again, enjoying the suspicious anger on her face. ‘Well, let me think. It’s true that some people regard cocksucking as nasty, dirty, naughty or sinful. Of course, I’ve never thought that. I’ve always thought it was one of the most generous, loving things a woman could do for her man.’
Sarah’s face was stunned by his revelation. He could see her mental gears grinding as he went on with glee.
‘It’s true that most women aren’t willing to suck cock, but the women who really love their men are happy to do it. I’m sure there are plenty of proper ladies who suck their husbands’ cocks. Still, its true that most men have to pay to get their cock sucked, because their wives are too lazy or prudish or uncaring to do it for them.’
‘Brian McKenzie,’ she growled, ‘do you mean to tell me that…’
Brian arrogantly folded his hands beneath his head as he went on, not giving her time to finish what she had been about to say. ‘The things I told you about technique are also true. There is an art to cocksucking, and a man likes to know that a woman really enjoys sucking his cock. It’s not as much fun if she’s only doing it because she has to. That’s why I’ve always been pretty particular about who I would let suck my cock. I’ve only found one or two whores who were really good at it, so you can consider yourself in good company.’
Her eyes began to flash with anger as she rose onto her knees. ‘Brian McKenzie, you lying, sneaky, black-hearted…’
‘I was being totally honest when I told you that most women wouldn’t let a man spurt in their mouth. Some of them really do think it’s nasty, some just don’t like the taste. But as a man, I have to say that if a woman isn’t willing to suck down my juice, it takes a lot of the enjoyment out of the whole cocksucking experience for me. It’s not nearly as nice, having to pull out at the last minute, just to spare the woman’s sensibilities.’
Sarah’s face was turning progressively darker red as her anger simmered. When she spoke, her voice was a low, menacing growl. ‘Brian McKenzie, I simply can’t believe that you would do something like…’
‘And last but not least,’ he said with a wide grin as he interrupted her diatribe, ‘I was absolutely telling the truth when I told you that you are the most talented little cocksucker who has ever had your mouth around my cock. Your technique, dedication and enthusiasm for the job far outweighed your lack of experience. When you sucked down my juice without spilling a drop, I was truly impressed. That’s not easy for a beginner. I definitely don’t think I’ll need to spend any more money on whores, now that I have you.’
Sarah’s enraged scream was the only warning he got before she launched herself onto his chest. She was like a wildcat, punching, biting and scratching. Brian laughed as he wrestled with her, holding her arms to keep her from doing any real damage. He particularly enjoyed watching her breasts jiggle as she struggled to punish him.
When she finally realized that her strength was no match for his, she stopped. She was panting with frustration and anger, her hair was in wild disarray, and she was gnashing her teeth with impotent fury. As she vented her outrage, Brian relished the view of her heaving bosom and the feel of her quivering thighs straddling his waist.
‘You are a beast, Brian McKenzie! I can’t believe you would be so wicked! You made me believe that sucking your cock was the dirtiest, nastiest, most awful thing I could ever do. You made me feel so cheap. You said I wasn’t a proper lady at all. And now, you have the gall to make fun of me because I believed you. Well, as far as I’m concerned, you can just keep right on paying whores to suck your cock, because I won’t ever do it again!’
She would have risen in a huff, but Brian held her wrists firmly in his hands. When she refused to stop struggling, he rolled to pin her beneath him.
‘Get off of me, you cad! I don’t want to have anything else to do with you. I hate you!’
‘No you don’t,’ he said with a chuckle, pulling her wrists up to pin them over her head. He nuzzled her neck, trailing kisses beneath her jaw and nibbling at her ear.
‘I do! You are sneaky and wicked and crude.’ Her eyes were beginning to well with tears.
‘Yes, but you love me, don’t you my sweet little cocksucking angel?’ Brian captured one nipple in his mouth, laving it with hot strokes of his tongue.
Sarah groaned, wriggling to get loose. ‘Stop calling me that! Let go of me!’ When Brian continued to lick her nipple, she ground her teeth. ‘That’s not going to work.’
‘Sure it is,’ he said confidently, scraping her nipple with the stubble of whiskers on his chin. ‘Do you know why?’
She shivered, trying her best to resist the pleasure he was heaping on her. ‘Why?’ she asked petulantly.
Brian grinned, scraping her some more. ‘Because you love me. There’s no point in denying it. You love me. We belong together because we’re just alike.’
He gave her nipple another slow, painful scrape from his whiskers and raised his head to meet her stare. She was looking reluctantly curious about his statement. Her anger was still simmering and seething just beneath the surface, but it was starting to be overshadowed by her growing desire.
‘How are we alike?’ she asked grudgingly.
Brian grinned at her, forcing her thighs apart with his knee and wedging his hips between. His voice was deep and hypnotic, devilishly seductive.
‘We both need to feel wicked and wild to find true pleasure. We both have a secret urge to break taboos, to explore dark sensual realms. We both love the nasty, the naughty,’ his voice dropped further as he whispered near her ear, ‘the forbidden.’
She shivered, and he chuckled deep in his throat. He plunged his fingers into her sopping wet pussy and stroked her, raising one dark, mocking brow. They could both hear the sloshing sounds of her wetness, and she was panting beneath him. She moaned, and his grin w
idened as he taunted her, reaching deep inside her to coax even more fluid from her scalding sheath.
‘That’s why even now, when you would really like to wallop me for tricking you, you can’t stop your pussy from begging for my cock. Isn’t that true, my sweet beautiful cocksucking angel?
‘Stop calling me that!’ she screeched, trying to wrest her arms free from his grasp.
‘Don’t worry,’ Brian said, with a wicked grin. ‘I won’t say it in front of anyone else. I know how embarrassed you would be if anyone else knew you were such a talented little cocksucker.’
‘Brian, you are a beast! Stop calling me that this minute!’
‘I can’t help myself, angel. Teasing you brings me great pleasure.’ His husky voice sent shivers of awareness down her spine as he leaned near her ear to whisper. ‘You and I both know you wouldn’t want to deny me any pleasure, don’t we angel?’ He scraped her nipple even harder with his whiskers, and Sarah moaned with delight, thrusting her breasts up for more. ‘Now admit it, you love me and you love everything I do to you, don’t you?’
Sarah released a frustrated groan, refusing to answer him. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of admitting her love at that moment. She thrashed about, trying to make him release her. When she heard him chuckle, she glared at him, growling with frustration.
‘You know what else, my angel? I know your secret.’
‘What secret?’ she demanded, eying him nervously.
He gave her another wicked grin, his dimples cutting deep grooves in his cheeks. ‘I know that you love to be controlled by me, subdued by me, overpowered by me.’
He tightened his grip on her wrists to remind her of his dominance. His voice dropped low once again as he skimmed his tongue lightly over her nipple, refusing to suckle it into his mouth when she arched her back.
‘You love to submit yourself totally to fulfill my desires, however dark and forbidden they might be. You would be mortified if anyone other than me knew your secret, but you can’t keep it from me. I know how much you love the things I do to you, and I know how much you love me.’
Sarah moaned, biting her lip with frustration. She thrashed and bucked, mewling when she could neither win her release nor get him to suckle her breast. He added to her torment by nudging at her entrance with the tip of his erection, barely parting her swollen folds.
‘Admit it to me, my angel. Admit that you love me, and I’ll give you what you want.’
Sarah held out as long as she could before she answered. ‘Yes,’ she finally gasped, ‘yes, I love you.’
He growled his satisfaction and stabbed into her with his cock. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful. She barely had time to gasp before he ravaged her nipple, tugging with his teeth and scraping with his whiskers until she was screaming her pleasure. All the while, he plundered her pussy, pounding into her with relentless repetition. Brian released her wrists, and she clutched him to her.
‘Say it again,’ he demanded.
‘I love you,’ she gasped.
‘Again!’
‘I love you!’
Brian rammed even deeper inside her, and she met each thrust, scraping her nails down his back in her excitement. He drove her over the edge, and they crashed together, groaning with their mutual fulfillment.
They collapsed into a sweaty heap. Sarah savored the weight of Brian as he lay with his head between her breasts, panting from his exertion. She threaded her fingers through his damp hair, stroking him lovingly. She was stunned by how well he understood her and how well he understood himself. He was right, she needed to bring him pleasure in order to find her own.
‘You truly are naughty and wicked, Brian McKenzie,’ she said with a sigh. ‘But I love you, just the same.’
He raised his head and gave her an unrepentant grin. ‘I love you too, my angel. And don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me.’
He looked so boyish and naughty that Sarah couldn’t help but laugh. ‘I’ll bet you drove your parents crazy when you were growing up.’
‘I did,’ he agreed. ‘I wore them out. They had to spank me twice as often as Aidan and Liam combined. By the time I was sixteen, Pa had to admit that thrashing me wasn’t going to make me behave.’ His expression turned serious, and he gently stroked her cheek. ‘But I’ll behave for you, my angel. I might torment you for fun, but I’d never do anything to truly hurt you.’ His lips firmed as he remembered the reward for her arrest. ‘I’d die before I let anyone hurt you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy for the rest of your life.’
Sarah held his gaze, and she knew he was completely serious. He might tease her and taunt her and drive her mindless with frustration, but in the end, he would always bring her pleasure. She knew that he loved her every bit as much as she loved him.
She raised a delicate brow, struggling to maintain a stern expression when she felt like laughing with joy. ‘You had better behave, Brian McKenzie. I refuse to share you with any other women, so I’d better not find out you’ve been visiting any more prostitutes.’
‘I give you my word,’ Brian said solemnly, ‘I’ll never be with any woman but you.’ He stretched up to seal his vow. Just before his lips touched hers, a hint of the devil showed in his eyes, and he grinned. ‘I promise, my beautiful little cocksucking angel.’
‘You beast,’ she groaned, pulling him down for a kiss.
**********
Naomi whined, burying her head under the pillow when Aidan tried to wake her up. He was persistent, trailing kisses along her shoulder blades and her nape.
‘Wake up, sweetheart. It’s our last day in the city. We need to buy some supplies before we head home tomorrow.’
‘Not yet, Aidan. It’s early,’ she grumbled.
Aidan smiled, pulling the sheet down so he could spread kisses over her lower back. He nibbled the twin dimples above her buttocks.
‘It’s nearly ten o’clock. You’re going to sleep the entire day away, lazy bones.’
‘You’re cruel,’ she moaned. ‘Night after night you keep me up till dawn, satisfying your insatiable lust, and then you expect me to jump out of bed in the morning. I can’t believe I married such a cruel man.’
Aidan grinned, caressing her bottom fondly. They had both enjoyed their honeymoon. The weather had been fine during their two day trip to town. They had checked into the finest suite in the nicer of two hotels in the city. The day after arrival, they took care of business, visiting the land claims office to enlarge his claim as a result of their marriage. Then, they had spent the next eight days simply enjoying their time together.
They had shopped. Aidan took her to a clothing shop and purchased several new dresses, along with undergarments, stockings and shoes. She loved the clothes he had bought her. He loved the sight of her in the scandalously sheer French silk chemises he had bought. She bought him a pipe and some fine tobacco. He bought her a wedding ring and slipped it on her finger, surprised by her happy tears.
They had dined at the three restaurants in the city. It was a special treat not to have to cook and clean, and Naomi was delighted by the creamy custards and flaky pastries that were served for desserts. Aidan was delighted by her moans of appreciation as she licked her fingers clean.
But mostly, they had enjoyed the hours they spent in their hotel suite. They indulged their fantasies, driving each other wild with passion. Naomi seduced him, flaunting her figure in the new lingerie until he chased her around the room. Aidan thrilled her, taking her to heights of passion she had never imagined with his insatiable appetite for her body. They had reached a level of intimacy that awed them both, and their love for each other grew stronger with each passing day.
Aidan hugged her, kissing the back of her neck. ‘I have to admit, you have been going above and beyond to make sure I’m kept happy.’
She
mumbled her assent. ‘I just need fifteen more minutes,’ she beseeched him.
Aidan heaved an exaggerated sigh of regret. ‘Alright, but I was planning to take you to that shop you liked and buy you a few new bonnets to go with your new dresses. If you stay in bed all day, we won’t have time.’
Naomi raised the edge of the pillow and peeked at him with one eye. ‘Really?’ she asked, perking up with interest as she pulled her head from under the pillow. ‘Could I buy the lovely grey one in the window, the one with the silk rosebuds across the brim?’
Aidan threw his head back and laughed. He met her eye, and his gaze glowed with adoration. ‘You can buy anything your heart desires, my love. But you have to get out of bed.’
‘Thank you, Aidan,’ she cried happily. ‘You’re so good to me.’
She threw her arms around him and kissed him. He fell back onto the pillow, laughing as she spread exuberant kisses over his face. Aidan was just beginning to have second thoughts about leaving their bed when she gave a miserable groan. She jumped up and ran to the washbasin, retching violently into the bowl. When her nausea finally eased, she rinsed her mouth with water, grabbed a cool, wet cloth and flopped back onto the bed, moaning in misery.
‘I don’t know if I feel up to shopping after all,’ she said sadly, rubbing her hand over her eyes. ‘I don’t think my supper agreed with me.’
‘Naomi,’ Aidan said carefully, ‘how long has it been since you had your monthly?’
‘A few weeks,’ she mumbled. ‘But I don’t get sick with my periods. It’s not that, it’s something I ate.’
‘I ate the same things you did, and I’m not sick,’ he pointed out.
‘Well, maybe you have a stronger stomach than I do,’ Naomi said, folding the cloth over her eyes as she gave another weak moan.
‘Are you sick often?’ he asked, keeping his voice carefully even.
‘No,’ she said with a frown. ‘In fact, I don’t think I’ve been sick since I was a little girl and I ate too much candy at Christmas.’
Aidan grinned, lifting the cloth away from her eyes and waiting until she peered at him with a questioning frown. ‘Naomi, my darling, beautiful wife, if I didn’t know better, I would think you were pregnant.’
A full minute passed, during which she mentally calculated the days since her last period. She recounted three times, finally coming to the conclusion that it had been over five weeks. Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed a perfect O of surprise. Her monthly courses had always been as regular as clockwork, coming every twenty eight days.
‘Aidan,’ she breathed, ‘could it be true?’
He laughed, his own excitement building as he watched her eyes widen further. ‘I think so, my sweet. It’s not so amazing is it? I mean, when a man and a woman make love as often as we have, it’s almost certain to happen.’
‘But I’ve never been pregnant before,’ she breathed. ‘Even though you said maybe Nathan was the reason I never conceived, I never truly believed it. I was sure I could never have children. And now, I’m pregnant!’ Her mouth curved into a glorious smile of wonder. ‘Oh Aidan!’
She hugged him as she laughed with glee. Aidan laughed with her as he stroked her hair, sending a prayer of thanks to the heavens. He kissed her temple and brushed her hair back from her shining face. She had never looked more beautiful to him.
‘Oh Aidan, I simply can’t believe it,’ she said at last. Her eyes were glittering with happy tears. ‘How did you know it was Nathan and not me?’
‘I didn’t know for sure,’ he said, brushing his knuckles along her cheekbone. ‘I was hopeful. I knew we had a fifty-fifty chance.’ Seeing her questioning look, he grinned. ‘When you mate a bull with a cow and she doesn’t have a calf, you always have to think that maybe the bull is shooting blanks.’
Naomi gasped, making Aidan laugh. ‘Aidan McKenzie! Did you just call me a cow?’
He was still chuckling as he kissed her on the nose. ‘You know I would never do that, sweetheart. There’s never been a more beautiful woman in the entire world than you, the mother of my child.’
Naomi sighed, placing her hands on her flat belly. ‘A baby! I just can’t believe it. We’re going to have a baby of our very own. Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?’
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TabooDeirdre watched Joey as he shifted up. The BMW convertible was at cruising speed now, 65 mph. The soft top was closed as it was still early in the morning and the air was a bit chilly. Joey was outwardly calm in spite of what was riding on today's interview. "So what's the schedule for today?" she asked to make some conversation. "I'll deliver my talk at their lunch seminar. I guess Carol will use the time before that to grill me a little more. She said one of her students will show...
Please not this story is total fiction and none of these events happened. in this chapter I will try push it on a little as the others have been a little slow. But I will still give lots of details or if you do want to give me some advice for future chapters I would appreciate it. Please read chapters one to three so you get the full picture. Sunday morning after the Saturday night experience. As Sarah awoke she laid in her bed thinking. She couldn't help but think about what...
Alyssa’s cerulean eyes seemed to drink in every detail of John’s shocked expression as she waited for his reaction. “What did you do?!” he finally whispered, staring unblinking at the elongated tips of her ears. She hesitated, unsure of herself. “I wanted to do it for you ... It felt like it was time.” Closing the distance between them, John gathered her in his arms and pulled her in for a smouldering kiss. Alyssa’s doubts fell away as she responded to him, moaning into his mouth, the tips...
Once in a while there are moments that occur in one’s life that seem to stand out more so than any of the rest. Sometimes those moments are bad, and sometimes they are good, but one thing about them that no one can ever dispute is – once you have them, things will never be the same. ‘Thank you, Ma’am. God bless you and good evening.’ ‘You are welcome. Enjoy. God bless you.’ The serving line continued on eternally. Sarah Rose Appleton lifted her glove-covered hand and wiped the sweat off her...
I’m a really terrific liar. It’s a talent. I know it sounds awful. My mom totally grounded me like a billion times when I was in high school, for being a liar that is. My lying is problematic and I worry about it. Sometimes I can’t decide if I’m a “good girl” wrapped up in a “bad girl”, or if I’m a “bad girl” wrapped up in a “good girl”? You decide. But actually I’ve found my lying to be a very useful talent. But that’s another story. I don’t really know why I lie so much. Maybe it’s because...
So I’ve been sucking cock at least three days a week with my Mailman As I’ve said before I enjoy licking pussyas well Well it’s Tuesday I’m at my local coffee placeits packed as always only chair &table available is with this lovely lady I ask if I can joinher says she doesn’t mind We chat about everything she tells me she’s married but not happy , she even tells me her sex life is dead , which I couldn’t imagine she is very voluptuous I love women that are Bbws and has big tits and she as...
It started as a drive most of the way across the state. We were due to give a presentation at a small conference and she was nervous. She wasn't a big fan of public speaking. It doesn't bother me much, so I was pretty relaxed. She spent most of the ride (I was driving) to look over her notes a dozen or so times. I spend most of the ride looking her over as subtly as I could. She isn't a supermodel or anything, but everything about her is cute. She has shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes...
Once the station was secured, and they were certain that no more Bugs were hiding out in service tunnels or air ducts, the state of emergency was lifted. The crimson glow was finally replaced with the warmth of the sunlamps, the barriers returning to their recesses in the deck, and the cool breeze once again rustling the leaves of what trees remained. The damage to the station was extensive but mostly superficial. Besides for the breaches that the boarding craft had punctured in the hull,...
The plans we had laid out for the creation of a library in Ureda required establishing a local presence first, as we did not want a mysterious building to appear out of nowhere. We wanted this to be something the local Uredans felt they had built. The location we picked for the library was on a promontory a little more than half a mile from the fork in the coastal trade road that marked the turn off to Ureda. At the fork itself, we bought an old building that had been built over 30 years...
I had been crying, on and off, for more than an hour. When Janie told me she wanted a separation I was hurt and confused. We had been married five years and true, it wasn't as good now as it was in the beginning. For one thing, we rarely had sex anymore and if we did, it was quite routine. When we first met and starting dating, everything was great. We did lots of stuff together and had sex all the time. We were so good together, that I had the confidence to tell her about my...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wishing to archive this story is free to do so. Anyone not wishing to archive this story, is also free to do so. So there. ----------- SECOND CHANCE... By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and he was forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through the air. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made...
Second Chance By Julie O. Edited by Robert Arnold Chapter 1 (Sometime in 2008) In many ways it started off as very typical day. I arrived home from a long day at work, and after greeting Max the cat at the front door of my condo, I sorted through the day's mail. For the most part it was the usual collection of bills, magazines, and junk mail. However,...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am riding on the back of Matt Frawley's motorcycle. I press myself against him, and my breasts tingle as they tease his bulky, sweat stained back. We careen around curves on the Angeles Crest Highway, and we exit down a winding road into the National Forest. We roll to a halt in a gravel parking lot strewn with remnants of bikers' parties. Matt hides the bike in a stand of oaks. He puts his arm around my waist, and...
Secondary Education Chapter 2, The Trouble With PE By Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am rounding the last turn of the mandatory mile. Each footfall is unbearable. The sun, the smog, and the heat are relentless. Coach is screaming words I cannot hear over the blood pounding in my ears. I cross the finish line and collapse at his feet. "Get up, move around before you puke, Flowers." "I can't, Coach." It is too late. I retch on the ground at Coach's feet, a watery gruel. I...
Secondary Education By Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 3 Self Improvement Please email me a comment if you are enjoying (or not) my story. Our apartment is dark, hot and empty when I get home. I am a latchkey kid, and have been since my dad went to jail for the penultimate time, when he got his second strike for dealing meth back in '02. Now, he's in for 25, and I am sure Mom is heading back into custody for parole violation. In her waste basket I find used...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Please email me or post a comment if you like, or dislike my story. Thanks. Chapter 4 Initiation I wait in line at Target behind a squat Latina and her raucous brood. She barks shrill commands and threats, which they cheerfully ignore as they slip cheap toys into her already stuffed shopping cart. Her boyfriend ignores the anarchy as he adds an armful of last minute items to their tottering pile of goods. The cashier...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho. I awake alone, my limbs twisted in rumpled sheets. The tattered window shade flaps in a desultory breeze billowing in one moment, sucking against the screen in the next. The cheerful trill of a passing ice cream truck making its final rounds makes me hungry, and I drag myself from the bed. I look out the window into the gloaming. It's night. I have slept a couple of hours. The...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 6 Night on the Town I sit in the back seat of a speeding, SUV, wedged between two Mara soldiers. Jose's corpse lies under a bloody blanket behind us, his face obliterated by the pointblank blast from Antoine's shotgun. Hector drives the Escalade up and down Jefferson Boulevard, the uneasy border between the Crip and Mara fiefdoms, speeding past its many shuttered used furniture stores, but slowing as he...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 7 The Tipping Point The rising sun paints the smoggy sky over Los Angeles fuchsia. The air is dense with the smoke of distant wildfires. The breeze is already hot. It stirs the trash from overflowing garbage cans and sends it tumbling down the streets. Greasy food wrappers twirl in trash cyclones: In and Out, Jack in the Box, Weinerschnitzel. The sight makes me nauseous, and I choke back a gag. My eyes...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete I cinch a belt around the baggy waist of my Dockers. The pants' seat and thighs are just as tight as the waist is loose. My old boy clothes don't fit my new body. It is as Tyler, rather than Tyla, that I am re- enrolling, two weeks late, in Fairfax High's summer program. I wrap my boobs with an Ace bandage to squeeze them flat, and cover up my curves with tee shirt and a faded Kobe...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 9, Seeing No Evol Matt Frawley's arms are glistening in the slanting rays of August sunshine. He dribbles behind his back, wrong footing his defender. Matt deftly crosses the ball over, changing direction and bounce passes it to Antoine, who is streaking down the court on the fast break and scores an easy lay up. Matt whoops a victorious hurrah, and his blue eyes for a moment meet mine until he is distracted by...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 10 Reincarnation I am asleep in the arms of my Bodhisattva. He strokes my forehead. "Look within to find consciousness of the skandhas that survived your rebirth." I concentrate, and focus on a fuzzy, black and white image. "I was Private Flores, an American warrior in the jungle battles of Laos. I killed many and died filled with guilt and hatred. These passions survived inside me, and even they roil...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Is This Nirvana? Chapter 11 I awaken with a shudder. A fractured ray of sunlight pierces the crack between a pair threadbare quilts which have been hung as an makeshift curtain. From outside I hear the clamor of banda piped through the tinny speakers of a catering truck. A hot breeze wafts a rancid flume of stale cooking oil, jalapeno and stewed pork. I feel nauseous, and choke back a heave. I have mind-splitting...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 12, My Missing Pieces Oprah's over, Rikki Lake's not on yet, and Dr. Phil depresses me. So I flick off the television. I pick up a month-old "Us" magazine: Lindsey's back in rehab, Paris is busted for DUI again, same old, same old. I throw it back on the table and wish I had something to do. I am a high school dropout. During my convalescence after being castrated, I missed the start of school at Hollywood...
Secondary Education Chapter 13 Screen Kisses [email protected] This is a continuation of a sexually explicit story. If depictions of sex disturb you, or if you are under the age of 18, do not read this story. All persons and events depicted herein are fictional. If you like, hate or otherwise react to this story, please email me at the address above or post a comment to the site where you read it. Xoxox, TF I am squeezed between Ocho Loco and Hector on the sagging,...
Secondary Education Chapter 14 Betrayal [email protected] In Tyla's harsh demi-monde, how shall she discern the betrayer from the betrayed? Cautionary Note: This is adult erotic fiction (not fantasy) and should not be read by non-adults or by adults who are offended by violence or explicit erotica involving under-aged transgendered protagonists. All persons depicted are fictional, and...
I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesI had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesSecond Chance, By Armond "I come bearing gifts," she said, holding up a white sack. "We had a bunch left over, and I hated to see them go to waste." "Chocolate chip scones? Gina Strega, you are sinful," Marita said, peering in the bag. She grabbed the one with the most chips and bit in; crumbs tumbled down her white blouse. "You don't have to stuff us with yummy bribes, dear, we ARE changing you back." "I wasn't trying to bribe anyone," Gina said, "I thought you might...
Like most high school sweethearts, Gail and I had dreams and plans. We would go to the same college, settle down, get married, and have kids. Things just didn't work out that way. For a start, we were approved for different colleges. Of course, we pledged to stay together and continue our relationship and we did that for several months. But, little by little, the calls and texts dwindled to a few — then none. Despite wanting it to work, our deepest fears were realised and our relationship fell...
Love StoriesWhat puzzled her was that even though her parent’s finances were shaky, they always seemed to have the money to send her to prestigious private schools. She had earned a bachelor’s degree, an MBA and now just completed her law degree, all from Ivy League universities, along with experience in prestigious management consulting companies in between her degrees. She asked her mother a few times over the years how they could afford her schooling, when they often had trouble paying their other...
It had been three years. Three looooooong years as far as her libido was concerned. She’d stayed far away from all of it; buried herself in her awful temp job that had since become a permanent secretary position, not that it’s permanence made it any better, just more predictable. She’d aided her ailing mother until she’d died six months before and her sister was so far AWOL she hadn’t even shown to the funeral. She was alone and emotionally destitute when not so long ago her life...