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© Copyright 2012, by Leslie P. Lowe. All rights reserved. [email protected] Synopsis: A sissy is publicly exposed by a beautiful girlfriend with a wicked sense of humor. Donna gives Kitten a peek at her true intent. Feline Frolic 2 By Leslie Lowe "Happy half-birthday, Kitten!" Donna said, handing me the tiny but precious pink and white package. "Well, open it, birthday girl!" Sandi said, passing by. "I'll be...
© Copyright 2012, by Leslie P. Lowe. All rights reserved. [email protected] Synopsis: A sissy is publicly exposed by a beautiful girlfriend with a wicked sense of humor. Kitten's first feminine look is finished and her next night's prospects are brightened. Feline Frolic 3 By Leslie Lowe I stood there in that crowded bar, pink lips open in awe, looking at the six pretty pink-and-white packages in front of...
This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is sexual...
A short one but a good one. enjoy!I was at Bradford beach pavilion in Milwaukee and Nicole Koglin and Angelica Duria were sitting at a table on the top deck and I went over to them"hey fox six wake up ladies" I said to them."wow I'm surprised you recognize us off camera" Nicole said as she turned to me. I began checking both of them out."wow you look..stunning" i said to Nicole.She starts laughing, "c'mon really dude you know I'm married" she says. "can i get a hug, a peck on the cheek?" I...
I had never even touched a girl much less kissed one and here was the pretty little kid, naked as far as I could tell although I was trying not to touch her, here she was in my sleeping bag, kissing my belly and chest and then my neck and my mouth, her hands pawing everywhere. And sticking her tongue in me, wiggling it in my mouth. She pulled it out, leaned back, smiled in the moonlight and said, "Hi, Billy, aren't you glad to see me? Your cock sure is." And she stroked it with her...
Spring is the time of renewal, a time of regrowth. And as spring came forth in the surroundings of Barbara Anderson and Teresa Scalia new things and ideas were being born. On a more personal note Barbara was experiencing some very intimate regrowth of her own. Having suffered a most humiliating experience at the hands of Roxanne Starr, Barbara's golden bush regenerated itself. Roxanne was foiled in one regard. When Mark Anderson discovered Barbara's shaven pubis he was genuinely quite...
The drive into work this morning was nail-biting. Big day a head for me. I was busy changing channels on the radio, eating gum and trying to navigate my through the heavy morning traffic. I was going through the whole scenario in my head. Would Jack try and catch me out with a few things or would he be as sweet as honey? I then turned my attention back to my driving. I liked to have a bit of fun on the way in, usually to take my mind of the usual boring routine. This morning I had managed to...
I let the music lead my body, let it guide my hips to sway to the beat, let it shake my ass and jiggle my hips with abandon.“Drink your whisky! I want you good and drunk,” you command me, and I raise my glass in a toast to you, giggling and dancing still, and drain the shot in one. Then I wave my glass at you and you snatch it from my fingers, grinning. Having refilled both our glasses, you hand me it back to me and raise yours in a toast.“To sluts,” you say, making me giggle again. I’m...
The drive into work this morning was nail-biting. Big day a head for me. I was busy changing channels on the radio, eating gum and trying to navigate my through the heavy morning traffic. I was going through the whole scenario in my head. Would Jack try and catch me out with a few things or would he be as sweet as honey? I then turned my attention back to my driving. I liked to have a bit of fun on the way in, usually to take my mind of the usual boring routine. This morning I had managed to...
Straight SexTobias wriggled on the seat of the coach, trying vainly to find a soft spot in the worn upholstery so he could doze for at least part of the uncomfortable journey. Across from him, his lovely Lucy caught his eye. She smiled briefly at him while listening to the voluble farmer’s spouse seated next to her, giving seemingly endless hints and tips about preserving summer season fruit and vegetables.He mused on how wonderful a vicar’s wife she had become in less than two years of marriage, as she...
HistoricalThe following day after a restless night Beth headed out to a riding stable located about fifteen miles away. It had been a few months since she'd last ridden and she was looking forward to it when she pulled up in front of the stable block. She was greeted by the owners a couple in there sixties, who had run the stables as long as Beth could remember. "Hello Beth, long time no see," said Charles Granville "Hi Charlie, Meg, how's it going." "Fine." "Real good thanks." Beth...
No one payed much attention to the girl as she studied the animals. One leopard was lying in the shade. It was a young female. It raised its head. They watched each other. Then the cat lowered its head and went back to its reverie. The girl continued to stare. She was fascinated. When her father was drunk he became angry. He would lash out. Her mother carefully dressed her each morning before school to hide the bruises. On the weekend when her father was home she would go out. She went to the...
The smell of steaming rice and the fumes of teriyaki sauce being painted on soft, juicy chicken enter the room, setting the mood for the usual dinner. Mother always cooked like this of Fridays. This is the only day of the week that Father would come home early from work and the only time where I can converse with him. It's quiet in the kitchen at this time. Mother and Father isn't on good terms right now. The absence of Father from the home worried Mother. She would come up with the most...
InterracialI arrived at the county lockup before breakfast was served. The guard let me bring in an unopened container of yogurt and a bottle of skim milk for my client. Desmond "Tiny" Huntley grinned when he came in and sat down across from me. His grin grew when he saw he had a choice of a healthy breakfast instead of the runny eggs, grits, bacon and coffee that were served every morning at the jail. "You'll be going home today," I said. He was pulling the top off the yogurt and he stopped. He...
The ringing telephone startled me from my poolside reverie. My wife answered the phone, listened for a moment, and turned toward me. "Ben, I think it's one of your sisters," she said with a puzzled look on her face. "She sounds upset." I sincerely doubted any of my sisters would be calling me. I was the black sheep of the family, the youngest child by 10 years. My sisters resented the preferential treatment – real and imagined – given me as the youngest by my mother and as the lone boy...
It was six hours later when Elizabeth drove to the airport to pick up Pam. I offered to go but Saturday nights were Daddy-Daughter nights at the Wallace/Vargas-Wallace household. Lauren and Lauren took to one another like two peas in a pod (or two Laurens in a living room, I guess) and before a few minutes had passed the duo was lying side-by-side on the carpet coloring socks to make puppets. My Lauren put her head on the older girl's lap midway through The Lion King and fell asleep. It was...
Elizabeth was apoplectic when I arrived home. She seemed poised for physical violence and I could tell her hold on her frayed temper was tenuous. "Why in the hell did you see Tiny Huntley again today?" she asked through clenched teeth. "Are you intent on getting yourself killed? If you are, just say the word. Because I'm about ready for that." I looked at her calmly. "Tiny and I have a business arrangement in this one particular area," I said. "I needed to let him know that I...
The man on the witness stand had testified before. I could tell that from his answers to Tony Baker's direct examination. I could also tell that Baker had no chance to prep this guy and that the guy wasn't interested in being in the courtroom. "Officer Scarborough," Baker began. "Detective Scarborough," the man corrected. "I apologize," Baker said. I saw his shoulders tense. He was getting no cooperation from his own witness. "Detective Scarborough, did you find yourself at a park...
I was happy that I at least left on a high note as I rode the elevator to the 14th floor of the county courthouse. It didn't last. Al Castille had two other people in his chambers – Tony Baker and Valerie Dwyer, the elected district attorney for the county. I had met Dwyer only twice – and that was enough. She was nearing the middle of her first four-year term in office. From the outset, she set her sights on bigger things, namely moving across town as a federal prosecutor or taking a seat...
It was the Tuesday following the Wellses' abrupt departure when Elizabeth called me at my office. Our offices were only five floors apart but we rarely visited each other during the working day. The legal section of Children and Youth Services did not hang out with prosecutors. I was surrounded by granola eaters that think every child is a snowflake. I guess I agreed to a certain extent. I spent enough winters in the North that I think snow is a pain in my ass. I feel the same about...
I drew stares as I entered the district attorney's office and asked to see my wife. They all knew who I was. But it was highly unusual for me to pay a social visit to Elizabeth's office. "It's important," I said when the receptionist told me that Ellie was extremely busy. The woman frowned but buzzed Elizabeth. She appeared at the door a moment later and the receptionist buzzed me through the security measures. Elizabeth smiled and took my hand. "Come to see my new office?" she...
My wife arrived at home that evening with a trunk filled with boxes. I could see she had a weekend of work planned. That was OK because it freed me up to grab Lauren and spend all weekend playing games with her, going to the park and having fun. If Elizabeth was too busy to participate it left more hugs for me. I was OK with that. "Where do you want these?" Ellie asked as she carried the first of a half dozen boxes into the house. "Wherever you want them is fine," I said. "They're...
My Keenan counsel was nowhere to be found when I checked out our new digs. It was an unused judge's chamber so it was nice. There was an outer office for the staff. There was a spacious inner office and a separate private office. I figured I would share the big office with whoever my Keenan counsel wound up being and we would use the private office for meeting with witnesses. The judge had also allocated two other smaller offices – one on either side of the chambers – for our use. I was not...
To say the Pickle was ecstatic with the news would be an understatement. I wondered, briefly, if she were about to start jumping for joy. Thankfully, if she felt that way, it passed quickly. I was also thankful that she didn't ask where the money was coming from. I had given her a general overview, for which I think she was grateful, where I explained that Huntley's sister had established a defense fund to help defray costs. The smile vanished from her face as quickly as it...
I arrived for my initial meeting with The Honorable Leo Tagliotti with plenty of time to spare. In fact, it appeared I had so much time to spare that his administrator left to me stand in front of her desk for several minutes while she conducted a series of personal telephone calls. Midway through the conversations, Jane Cummings joined me. We stood together for several seconds, glancing at one another. I had little dealings with the judges who heard criminal trials, so the woman's actions...
It was the weekend following Thanksgiving when I finally got the chance to sit down with the evidence. The Pickle had admonished Judge Tagliotti and she had forced him to offer an apology to Jane and me in front of our staffs. More importantly, at least in my eyes, she relegated him to the newly created post of overnight arraignment judge. In order to keep the court staffed during its busiest times, she assigned him to work from 10 p.m. to 8 a.m. Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday...
I found Elizabeth and Lauren sitting at the kitchen table with coloring books and crayons when I got home. I was hours earlier than normal and my daughter, who I hadn't seen awake and alert in three weeks, jumped off the chair and raced to give me a hug. I scooped her up and kissed her on the end of her nose – which wrinkled in the most adorable manner – and tucked her on my hip as I turned to Elizabeth. My wife greeted me with a warm smile and a wink. I did my best to return the smile but...
Lucy Barrett was in the office when I got back and I was able to add an additional unhappy look in my direction. "You really thought it was a good idea to chew out Judge Valasik in public?" she asked. "It was not perhaps the best idea I've ever had," I agreed. "However, the timing seemed appropriate. I don't know if she thought I would back down if she confronted me in the hallway or if she just has no concept of propriety. Either way, when she braced me, I fired back." "She...
I survived a sleepless night and managed to get Lauren to preschool on time. I got to the courthouse and headed straight for Jane Cummings' office. She wasn't in yet but I saw one of her investigators and motioned him over. "Any luck with the second video?" I asked urgently. "None," he said. "I'm headed out to the motel to see if they have a backup copy. I doubt they do. Most of those places don't keep surveillance video very long." "I have to have that video," I...
I picked Lauren up at daycare just like nothing was wrong. She gave me her normal hug and then clung to me as I carried her to the car. She was babbling a mile a minute as I strapped her into her car seat, telling me in great detail about a picture of a cat she had drawn that day. We went to the house and went through our nightly routine. We played on the floor with her dinosaur action figures and read a story aloud. We were just sitting down to her favorite meal – fish sticks and macaroni...
Elizabeth was holding a photo in her hand when she walked out. She was studying it intently. "What is this?" she asked. I pulled it from her hand, the cell phone still in my hand even though no one was on the other end. "There are two more coming in," I said. " Print them for me, please." At least I was polite. The photo was from a red-light camera and was of the rear of a gray Ford Escape. I could clearly see the license number, not that it meant anything to me. There was no second...
Breakfast was a strained affair. For the second night in a row – and the second night of our marriage – Elizabeth and I slept apart. I bedded down in a guest room while she returned to our bedroom. I had begun to wonder if Elizabeth's professional life was more important to her than the life we'd built at home. I would never have to ask myself that question. I would gladly give up my career if it brought an end to the sort of tension that the past few days had delivered. It seemed that...
It was snowing and 12 degrees when we flew into the airport in the town where Pam and Lauren lived. It had been close to 60 and sunny when we left our city five hours earlier. Two state troopers would meet us near Pam's house to perform the arrest. We would have to extradite her to our state to face charges but no one thought it would pose much of a problem. The week between our meeting in Judge Valasik's chambers had seen my life return to an even keel. The four of us put our heads...
I wish I could say Pam's arrest and the sealed indictment on Wallace Mann was the end of the story. In a nicer world, maybe it would have been. But we don't live in a nicer world. The world of jurisprudence is filled with violence, hubris and greed. All three were a part of Biff Wells' sad legacy. I had made arrangements with Lucy Barrett to handle Pam's plea deal. We didn't know who the prosecutor in the case would be but Judge Valasik promised that she would apply pressure on...
The next six months moved forward so fast I could barely keep up. February saw Elizabeth at the state capital for most of the month. She spent a week telling her story to a legislative subcommittee and another week being interviewed by the State Police Anti-Corruption Squad, the group the attorney general had appointed to investigate the Combined Drug Task Force members and the groups that might have corrupted them. Then she spent 10 days testifying about her actions as a member of the Task...
In an amazing bit of irony, several people in the drama came out smelling a lot better than when they went in. Judge Valasik retired from the local bench to accept a senior position in the Attorney General's Anti-Corruption Unit. Pam became an icon for women who stand up to abusive partners. Lucy managed to leak a little of Pam's life with Biff Wells – not to mention Wells' plan to send his daughter to prison for his crimes – and the media ate it up. That vaulted Lucy up the charts as...
The next day, Lonnie was assigned to work in a far corner of the store’s warehouse. He had just finished stacking some big cardboard boxes of product and was headed out to get another pallet of them when Ann walked around the corner, surprising him. ‘Hi, Lonnie,’ she said, her eyes brightening, ‘I didn’t know you were back here. I need to check and see if we have any of those platform rockers.’ Lonnie smiled at her and nodded. ‘We have ten of them,’ he told her. ‘I know that because I just...
Grace was confused. She felt bad that Chili had to leave but she understood. It was unexpected, but she’d liked having him around. She liked his looks, the way he talked, and then the way he kissed her. And the way he’d eaten her and fucked her. She’d liked the feel of his body and of course the feel of his cock; in her hands, in her mouth, in her pussy. Even up her ass. But ‘I’m engaged for God’s sake for what seems like forever’ she thought. ‘What the hell am I doing? God, my life is so...
MatureJanuary-February, 1984, Chicago, Illinois I mailed the letter from the Lisle Post Office on Tuesday during my lunch break. I had no idea what Karin’s response would be, or how that would affect her visit. All I could do now was wait. I was also waiting for Friday, and dreading talking to Anala about the situation with Joyce. I was waiting, nervously, for my lunch date with Becky. And I was waiting for a call from Connie. All of those things weighed heavily on my mind at work and in class...
This is what I would like to do. First, we would have and male join us for some cocktails and watch some porn. (his name is Tom he is 20 years younger than us and is in good shape and is bi) This gets my wife real horny. As we are watching I rub my cock throw my pants adjusting it so it’s straight up. As I am doing this, I see my friend doing the same thing. My wife asks if we need a helping hand. We both said yes at the same time. So, she tells us to remove our pants as we do, I can’t help...
What if... I felt like a stalker as I sat in the car, parked across the street from her house, waiting for her visitor to leave. I'd arrived in town late in the morning and took the extra time to scope out my surroundings. It'd taken many hours to get to where I was, and it was rather unlike me to undertake such a journey on the spur of the moment. However, there'd been a sense of determination the closer I got that what I was doing was the right thing, and that she'd appreciate it in the...
"You, you put me through all this shit for a stupid joke? That is so not cool, Kelly. I thought you were really sick or something serious," he said, sounding really pissed. "Honey? Ronnie, I would not joke about something like that, I love you, and know how badly you want children. And, I know that even though I know you love me, there is always that little crack of doubt in my armor, that you might leave me for a woman who can give you children," I told him, starting to cry. "That's...
Monday was a slow day and it was going to be a slow week. There were no weddings scheduled for the weekend and only three events were going to be held in the ballrooms or conference rooms. At ten Pam called her and invited her to lunch and at eleven-thirty she slid onto the seat across from Pam in the booth. After they had ordered Pam said: "Well, we had our talk for all the good it did." "That doesn't sound very encouraging." "It isn't. He flat out told me he doesn't love me. He...
After we all piled on the bed. I made it clear I was getting some sleep. I kissed the boys and got under the covers and said snuggle with me and before I knew it was in dreamland. I woke up sweating and had thrown the covers off of me in my sleep. We had forgotten to turn down the thermostat. Every light in the beach house was on, I walked through the house turning off switches and feeling really good about the day. I turned on the faucet and was so relieved when a spray of hot water came...
Incident in Whitechapel 1888 "Ere, what you doin ere? This is my pitch! You can't take my gen'lemen orf me! Git aht of it! Clear orf, you 'ear me? Clear orf!" The woman - the figure was clearly a woman, though tall - was standing just outside the circle of sickly light thrown by the gas lamp through the fog. As the angry Millie Naismith came forward, clutching a now somewhat faded shawl around her shoulders, she turned, and Millie could see for the first time that she wore fine...
HorrorUsually, I loved Saturday mornings. Without the pressure of getting ready for work, grabbing coffee, racing through the showering and dressing routine, Saturday mornings were relaxed, comfortable, languid moments of easing into a day. I loved basking in the sunlight that beamed through the windows of the breakfast nook, sipping the hearty brew I prefer, and simply enjoying an interlude of peace and tranquility. Usually. This Saturday, however, it was not to be. My loving wife, Carolyn, was in...
Felicia pushed one button after the other on her car radio in search of the right song to listen to. It was late. Exhausted after a long day of work, she was relieved to finally be on her way home. Before she had been able to settle on a song, a muffled musical chirp emanated from her purse on the seat beside her, signaling that a text message had just been received by her cell phone. Without taking her eyes off the road she reached into her purse and retrieved her cell. She quickly glanced...
It is just the beginning of summer and high school vacation is finally here. My parents’ anniversary is just a day away. But in the afternoon, my parents had a big fight about the fact that my dad’s co-worker who supposes to be on a business trip to a convention is on a sick leave and my dad had to take his place in this short notice. Tomorrow will be my parents’ big night out to celebrate, but now my dad has to be out of town. Mom was so furious she slammed the door on dad as he leaves the...
NEIGHBORSA STORY OF SECRECY AND SPYINGFICTION BYAMANDA WRIGHTERCOPYRIGHT © 2010, WWW.CRAZYXXX3DWORLD.COMCHAPTER 3 “I just can’t believe it, Katy. That’s awful! Of course you can stay here as long as you want! It will be nice to have a roommate…I hate being here alone!” I was truly lucky to have such a good friend. Cara and I had been close since elementary school, and I considered her to be my very best friend. Cara was about my height, but more petite. She was pale, with dark brown eyes and...
I have always been curious, for as long as I have seen my first porn movie. I love eating pussy for hours…but the more porn i watched…more i got curious about how the cock would feel in mouth since the actresses seem to devour it in haste… As the months and days went by…i never took any action on my part to make any of this real… Even after I came to US, I had kept this curiosity to myself for years…and one year…I was alone home as my GF went to visit her parents…after few weeks of staying...
Gay MaleAuthor's note: This story is part of my continuing effort to expand the horizons of Fictionmania. It's a bit of an avant-garde piece that may not be everyone's cup of tea. There are no physical transformations that take place, yet I'm sure you will agree, this is a TG story nonetheless. The idea for this short story comes from the series "Star Traks." It's a site with humorous fan-fics in the Star Trek universe. I am aware of the numerous paradoxes that exist within the story ? I...
Claire opened her eyes. Recognition dawned on her face, she smiled. I couldn't resist that smile, but before I melted I had a mission. "Happy anniversary." Reaching over my side of the bed, I picked up the card and handed it to her. "Oh." She opened the card, it was a simple card, with a simple message on the front in big block letters. "My life did suck without you." Originally, it had said 'would', not 'did', I'd crossed out the 'would' and written in 'did'...
Angeline and I had been best friends for as long as I can remember. It was a typical Friday night. We were watching movies at her house. Normally, her mom or her older brother would be there with us but tonight they were not. Angeline yawned and put her head on my shoulder. The way she was situated I could see straight down her shirt for she was only wearing a tight little tank top and some very short shorts. I had always like Angeline, for she was beautiful. She had long curly dark brown hair...
Straight SexJust a bit of information about myself. I'm young and reasonably tall with a modestly sized modestly shaped uncut penis. I am bisexual but I have very few sexual encounters with men. Except for this... I was sitting on an empty train coming back from somewhere in my county. Its the same train I get every week its about 3 hours long and normally very full with all the commuters. I began to read my book. Like most boys my age I wore my trousers low as a sign of being "cool". So I was unaware that...
Gayspecial thanks to My Goddess @deegenerate for editing this for me and encurageing me to post this After laying out a blanket for goddess and get her laying out under the stars, I go get her some wine, and when I return she is laying knees bent, legs spread, rubbing her already soaked pussy. Taking her wine glass form me, she says, "Take me." I dive right in and start licking up all her juices, making me so hard. I finger her hole and nibble her clit. She is getting close, then she grabs my...
The traffic light turned red. The guy in front of me braked abruptly and I had to step on the brake. What an asshole! I looked in his rearview mirror and his eyes met mine. He smiled at me and his face told me: “sorry guy”. I loved his eyes. I glanced at his side view mirror to see him in profile. His eyes again met mine and I felt my dick stiffening. He pulled up and I followed him. Every time he turned, he put his blinker out long before turning and I imagined he wanted me to follow him. I...
Hi Friends, this is kumar(but always wanted to be kumari) age 29. I am a regular reader of the husband and wife role reversal stories and I fantasized about a story and here I am posting my first story. From my school days I love to cross-dress secretly and even go outside in the nights as a girl. I learn cooking and house hold activities with so much interest and with in a few months I became master in house hold activities. I got a good job in software company, Even though I wanted to be...
Gay MaleMy story. The forth and final part….whewww The trip to LESBOLANDI’m sorry the trip took four parts. But the more I thought about it the more I wanted to tell you all. I have to leave for a little while so I thought I’d finish with the last chapter this soon after posting the third part just to be sure you remembered me.If you all like, I will add more details when I get back…… xxxxxx Lori aka RobertaSusan’s beach name was Susan. She didn’t know anything about beach names. She had been...