Second Chances
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The worst thing about the end of the world was the mind numbing boredom. Sandy made one final connection to her generator. Wiping the grease from her hands, she stood and surveyed her work. "That should do it," she said with a grin. "Now this is going to be good!" The pretty young woman made her way down to the street, and started to take off her clothes. "I better get ready. The sun's going down soon!" Sandy hurried to her camp shower, and washed the day's work from her body. Her hands wandered, as she became more, and more aroused. "Down girl!" she giggled. "Don't waste all your hard work!"
Sandy hurried through her shower. The plastic water bag only held 5 gallons of sun-heated water anyway. As the water trickled to an end, she thought longingly of the luxury apartment she had moved into. Her desire for a good hot bath had nearly killed her. That first attempt at running a water heater off a generator had started an electrical fire. Sandy had managed to stagger down the fire escape in time. Thank goodness the raging fire hadn't spread to other buildings. Not that anyone was left to be hurt, but Manhattan was one of mankind's better creations. It would have been a shame to destroy it. As it was, it took her nearly a week to shake the nagging cough from the smoke inhalation. This time things were different. Sandy had studied for months, raiding the library for every book on electrical engineering she could find. Weeks of practice on isolated structures had perfected her skills.
Now Sandy was confidant in her work. In fact, in her old life, her new knowledge would have made her quite a comfortable living. Finally, the sun was setting. Stars came out one by one, and soon the night sky was a blazing glory. In two years the air had cleared up remarkably. That, and the utter lack of man made light, let the lone woman see more stars then anyone ever had since the dawn of time. Sandy made herself comfortable on the king size bed she had dragged from a shop across town. It was hard work, but she managed to place smack in the middle of the once busy street. "Showtime!" she shouted, as she pressed a button on a radio control unit. A light flickered briefly then steadied. Once more, the massive Sony Jumbotron TV screen was lighting Times Square. The huge monitor had never shown anything like this before! Scene after pornographic scene played for Sandy's pleasure, and boy was it pleasure!
She ran her hands lightly along her body. The cool night breeze against her skin heightened her senses. Sandy's breathing was starting to grow heavy as she pushed her breasts together. With a low moan, she sucked her own nipples. It felt so good to pretend that some phantom lover was tenderly kissing them. She groped around the bed, and found her new vibrator. Thank god she could still find batteries for it! Sandy placed it to her mouth. Her tongue tingled pleasantly as she licked the buzzing toy. Never taking her eyes from the giant screen, her left hand wandered down her body. Slowly, it slipped between her legs. "Oh shit!" she gasped. "I'm so wet!"
Gently, she ran the plastic device down her tummy. The buzzing made her skin go all goose bumpy. Sandy touched it to her clit, and nearly sobbed with the feelings it produced. She placed the tip at her damp opening. With a whimper, she twisted it from side to side. Slowly, the toy worked its way into her body. "Oh wow!" she giggled. "That's rather nice!" She eased the vibrator deeper, until she felt it come to a rest against her hymen. "It's now or never, Sandy!" she said in a husky voice. "You don't want to die a virgin, do you?" the young woman's body trembled, but not with fear. She grasped the vibrator with both hands, and watched the film.
A man with a huge cock was about to do the leading lady. "Oh God! Now!" Sandy cried out, as she rammed the plastic phallus into her body. Her maidenhood tore away, just as the actor entered the actress. "Fuck!" she gasped through clenched teeth. "That hurt!" Sandy closed her eyes for a moment as she adjusted to this new feeling. "This, this isn't bad," she whispered. "In fact, I think I like it!" It was true. The pain was still there, but just a dull ache in the background. The wonderful fullness was more then enough to keep her mind off of it. Slowly, timidly at first, Sandy moved the vibrator in and out. The screen went blank for a moment. She was disappointed for a second, but then the second DVD player cut in. This one was a Japanese cartoon. A very erotic Japanese cartoon! "Countdown Part Two" was the title. Sandy picked it, because the two girls on the cover looked really sexy. The previews were over, and the first story was starting. Sandy's hands started to shake when she realized what she was seeing. Two young women were meeting in a waiting room in a wedding chapel. The taller girl was seducing the bride on her wedding day! Sandy's mouth dropped open in shock. "She's, she's a hermaphrodite!"
It was true. She watched in amazement as the woman began to fuck the bride. Sandy was having real trouble breathing now, as she pushed the vibrator in and out. While one hand worked the plastic toy, the other gently grasped her throbbing erection. "She's like me!" she cried, as she started to stroke her hard shaft. Sandy's whole body was burning up! Losing control, the hermaphrodite madly fucked herself. She could hardly read the subtitles anymore! That hardly mattered! Sandy did manage to make out that the bride was begging her lover not to squirt inside her! When the bride cried out, "Pull it out! It's hot, it's hot!" that was it. Sandy moaned, as her penis trembled. With an almost animal grunt, spurt after spurt of semen covered her heaving breasts. Some even landed in her mouth, but she didn't care. She just opened it that much wider! The intensity of her orgasm was frightening. The second story was nearly over, when she finally came back to her senses. "Wow!" she said in a shaky voice. "I never had such a powerful orgasm before! I should have done this a long time ago!"
The next morning, Sandy had a cold shower. She was all sticky from her entertainment the night before, and couldn't bring herself to wait the hours needed to heat the water. By the time she was finished, she felt like her bladder was ready to burst. Sandy looked up and down the street. A police car, perfect! She jogged right over. Each footfall gave her distended bladder an almost pleasant pain. She wasted no time scrambling up on the hood. Sandy wished somebody could see her as she proudly peed all over the police car's windshield! She felt so naughty doing it, that her penis soon became hard again. This time she didn't go slowly. Sandy jerked herself rapidly, using her urine as a lubricant. All to soon, thick ropes of semen were spurting all over the wet glass of the patrol car. Sandy knew she had gone a little strange in her two years alone, but at least now she had herself firmly under control.
She thought back to her first weeks, and blushed. Sandy still couldn't believe she had survived what was now painfully obvious a death wish! On some mad impulse, she had climbed the hundreds of steps to the top of the Empire State Building. She loved having the eighty sixth-floor observation deck all to herself. She didn't like the bars blocking her view though. Those nice safe railings were for the tourists! It took some time, but she finally found a maintenance shop. Blowtorch, pipe cutters, and a hacksaw! Sandy took these treasures, and went back to the deck. Working all afternoon, she cut away section after section of railing. Sandy just let those heavy bars fall. The clang of steel on concrete was surprisingly loud from the street below! That was much better! Sandy sat on the ledge while eating her dinner. Now the view was breathtaking! She had even masturbated there, not once, but twice! It was so funny to see her cum fly free in the wind! Then something inside told her to stand on the ledge and pee. That's when her life almost ended. The wind blew her urine back, making the ledge slippery. Sandy still had nightmares about how her feet simply shot out from under her. Somehow she managed to grab hold of the ledge as she fell. That minute she spent hanging by one hand, was the longest minute of her whole life. Even though soiling herself thoroughly, she managed to climb back to safety. Sandy just shook her head at her own foolishness. That stunt nearly cost her life, but at least it brought back her sanity! Hopping down from the police car, she went and dressed for the day.
Today, she had to do the grocery shopping. As Sandy walked the empty streets, she felt kind of guilty. She didn't really mourn the human race. All her life she had been a loner. She never dared to let anyone get close enough to discover her secret. Mom had died years before the meteor had impacted in South America. When it's mysterious extraterrestrial disease organisms spread across the globe, she didn't have any really close friends. It was still a puzzling why she was the only one immune to the powerful illness. Sandy was glad though. She was doubly glad that the victim's corpses were consumed by it! At least she didn't have to see rotting people everywhere she went. All that remained was small piles of gray-white ash. Even those swiftly blew away. It was almost as if something wanted her to be comfortable in her new lonely life. Sandy froze, hardly daring to believe her ears. She scanned the sky, and there it was! A helicopter was flying towards her! Well, sort of flying. It kind of lurched its way along, almost drunkenly, as it headed for Central Park. "People!" Sandy cried joyfully. Joy didn't ease her caution. The excited survivor checked to make sure her .45 was loaded, and at her hip.
She ran to the park, only slowing slightly as she plunged into the two-year growth of wilderness. Some poor soul in his last hours had let all the animals loose from the zoo. One never knew what one would run into in that thick undergrowth. "Oh shit! It's not going to make it!" Sandy cried in despair. The helicopter was spinning out of control, as it rapidly approached. The machine hit hard. The rotor blades tore free as it plowed into the ground. One came dangerously close to her, stabbing into the ground with a solid thump. Sandy saw someone weakly struggling inside, and ran for all she was worth to try and help. "No!" smoke was billowing from the wrecked motor. The aviation fuel could explode any time! Sandy yanked open the door, and helped untangle the dazed pilot. "Move it!" she commanded in fear as she half carried the young woman to safety. Sandy had been not a second too soon. The fiery blast knocked them both off their feet.
The dark haired women looked at Sandy in awe. "Are, are you real?" she asked quietly.
Sandy giggled. "I'd ask you the same thing, but that explosion sure was real enough for me!"
The pilot looked at her burning vehicle, and sighed. "Rats! I thought I had the hang of landing!"
"Got the hang of?" Sandy asked puzzled.
"Yeah, I decided to teach myself how to fly. I figured I could go exploring better that way. Thank goodness I did! I thought I was the only human left alive!" the would-be pilot suddenly started to cry, and hugged Sandy.
"It's ok now!" Sandy said kindly, as she held the girl tightly. She hastily pushed away, when she felt a familiar stirring between her legs. "Come on. Let's get out of here! I wouldn't want you to get eaten by the lion, your first day in New York!" As the two women left the area of the park, Sandy couldn't help watching her new friend's rear end. It was so cute, she had to fight the urge to run her fingers over it. She sighed... She didn't want to scare the girl off. Maybe someday, they could be more then friends. Sandy may not be a guy, but her penis was just as good as any man's. "Hey, what's your name, anyway? I'm Sandy Moore"
"I'm Alice Green, from Washington DC. Glad to meet you, Sandy!" Rather formally, the two shook hands, and then started to giggle.
Too late, Sandy remembered how she left her camp area in Times Square. "Um, this isn't what it looks like!" she stammered, as Alice noticed the big bed in the street, walked over, and picked up the rather large chrome colored vibrator.
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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...
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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...
Rick stood by his bedroom window gazing outside, a pained look on his face. The sunny suburban scene outside was picturesque but he could care less. All he could feel was the slight thump of his head. He hated Mondays, and the reality of a weekend ended. Last night was still a blur and not at all surprising as he had had one beer too many. It was the first time he had lost control of his drinking and did not appreciate the consequences. He smacked his mouth in disgust as it tasted like he had...