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Autobiographical Ramblings

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL RAMBLINGS By Cassandra Anne Morrison PROLOGUE: I am learning to see. I don't know why it is, but everything penetrates more deeply into me and does not stop at the place where until now it always used to finish. I have an inner self of which I was ignorant. Everything goes thither now. What happens there I do not know. Writing a letter today I was struck by the fact that I had been here only three weeks. Three weeks elsewhere, in the country for...

Grab Bag Transvestite Story

I am a part time transvestite, who, if I do say so myself, looks quite attractive when dressed as a woman. It has taken me years to become adept at makeup and being capable of selecting sexy clothing that is in my size and that suits me. I have also had a number of lovely encounters with other TVs and male admirers. You can read my True Stories on this site. It constantly amazes me that I read so-called autobiographical stories about some guy who suddenly decides to crossdress or is...

The White Slave

Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of having a Black mistress and becoming a white slave for the Black Race. it had been briefly married to a white trophy wife, but the demands of the rat-race of white society had brought that to an end. Like most...

The Writers Workshop

I love getting feedback from people who read my stories. It is even better when a person or people allow me to read my work aloud to them. That is why I joined a local writer's club. Once a month they would get together and read from their latest work, seeking suggestions for improvements. The first meeting I attended, the leader had us all sign in with our email addresses and then, when we had all gotten settled, she asked us to tell everyone what genre we normally wrote in. Although there we...

NBWO The White Slave

Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of having a Black mistress and becoming a white slave for the Black Race.it had been briefly married to a white trophy wife, but the demands of the rat-race of white society had brought that to an end. Like most white...

A Favour for a Neighbour

In view of the very kind comments on my earlier stories I thought that I would add a couple more. This is the most recent of my tales and as always is based on my crossdressing experiences. A Favour for a Neighbour By Yasmeen For those of you who have not read my earlier stories, some background. I am married and in my thirties. My wife and I are both professional people and though she knows about my dressing she wishes not to be involves and prefers "not to know". Recently she...

The Princess And The Traveller

For now, I am abandoning my autobiographical series of short stories (though rest assured I will return to them soon!) and present here a completely fictional rendering in the Medieval "Sword and Sorcery" genre. I'm doing this now partly because I had been working on my third autobiographical story for a couple of weeks now, and my computer just ate it. No backup! Augh! Anyway, until my frustration dies down and I begin writing the whole @#!* thing second time, I decided to whip...

Purple Shine in NYC

Purple Shine in NYC By Michelle Anderson I have written a few autobiographical stories before. This is not really autobiographical, but rather an extrapolation of a real event. As background, I am a really good looking slim but athletic guy. I guess I am a bit effeminate or maybe pretty, but still no one in my day to day life thinks I am gay or bi. I also love girls, but not just girls. I have always loved panties, and have been dressing and going out dressed for years, ever since a...

Beware of Tarts and Vicars

I This story is partly autobiographical. It's my first attempt so don't be too hard on me, please But I would appreciate genuine criticism.. * Be Careful of Tarts and Vicars by Joanne Barbarella I will never forget the day when she came into my life and changed it (and me) in ways I never dreamed of. At that time I was 17 -just- and a skinny nerd with an inferiority complex a mile wide. I had just left school and was looking for a job, so far without luck. Anyway,...

The Convention The Necklace And Me

The Convention, The Necklace, And Me By MellissaLynn "Well, kids, we're on the road!" I said happily. I was taking my sons, my niece, and a couple of their friend with me to Comic Expo Chicago, one of the major comic book conventions in the United States. My friends all told me I needed to have my head examined, bringing five teenagers with me to such an event. Personally, I was looking forward to it. They all cheered as we left behind the borders of my hometown and...

A Whole New World For Gemma

A Whole New World for Gemma This is my fourth story on Fiction Mania. The first two were autobiographical and described my meetings with my first man friend Richard, who has only recently come into my life. The third was a four part story "Me and My Big Mouth" which was based on a long held fantasy featuring enforced crossdressing, being dressed as a bride and BBC. I really enjoying putting my experiences and fantasies into words and hope all who read them enjoy them too. I like...

The Secret Life of Misty Walters

THE SECRET LIFE OF MISTY WALTERS by Laika Pupkino )))=====> THE TRANSIT OF VENUS. I picked my honey up at the Lufthansa terminal at a little before midnight. After not seeing each other for over a month our reunion was passionate and intense, and I guess a bit more intoxicated than we'd intended because we wound up sleeping until after ten a.m. But since V. was currently between projects---her next film somewhere in the pile of scripts and treatments her agent had been dropping...

Do It Yourself True Transvestite Story

I am a part time transvestite, who, if I do say so myself, looks quite attractive when dressed as a woman. It has taken me years to become adept at makeup and being capable of selecting sexy clothing that is in my size and that suits me. I have also had a number of lovely encounters with other TVs and male admirers. You can read my 'True Stories' when I post them on this site. It constantly amazes me when I read so-called autobiographical stories about some guy who suddenly decides to...

Maggie s Secret s Secret

Maggie's Secret's Secret This story is purely fiction. No corporations or names represent real people or companies in any way. I appreciate all story reviews to help me become a better writer or, from a purely selfish perspective, make me want to continue writing. If you like the story I've written numerous others that you might want to read. You can search for all my stories by using the 'author search' and typing in the author, 'Want2BaGirl'. I hope you enjoy. Part One -...

Brianna s Game Conclusion

THE POOL PARTY 1/ I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Kelsey and Eve arrive to the small gathering I had arranged to debut my new swimming pool, which looked wonderful in the sunlight. Kelsey, particularly, caught my eye. Not a hint of a tomboy. I actually did a double-take when she got out of the car. She had her hair tied up and was wearing a beautiful summer dress. She actually had make-up on which I'm sure Eve --- who was beside herself at my reaction --- would have...

On Taking Pride

I’m having sex like a heterosexual...I suppose from the outside that makes sense, since I’m heterosexually married, but my wife and I are bisexual. And for the most part, we won’t shut up about it. To answer the follow-up question, we are polyamorous, and yes, some bisexuals are capable of monogamy.We just don’t consider ourselves in that category.What I mean to say with some amount of pride is that since my wife caught the coronavirus, we have made due better than most monogamous heterosexuals...

I Can Do This

This is something I wrote a couple of years ago. It’s autobiographical, I wanted to compare different kinds of trauma and how we deal with them, or fail to The site it was originally posted to has gone west, so I thought I’d transplant it. Names have obviously been changed… ‘I can do this…’ A mountain. A climber high on the mountain. Thinking. The ramp that he’d followed had run out and the choices for upward progress weren’t looking good. The groove ahead looked loose, overgrown and dirty,...

Shooting at the UNO Grill

This story is partly autobiographical. I’ll let you guess which parts. ———————————- ‘That was a good pizza,’ said Linda. ‘Do you feel like desert?’ I shook my head. ‘Nope. Let’s hit the store, pick up some Lotto tickets and go home.’ ‘OK, but I have to use the restroom. I’ll meet you out front.’ I signed the check and walked out the front door of the UNO restaurant in Viera, Florida. As I stood outside, I noticed a crappy looking car parked at the west end of the lot. It seemed like a funny...

The Wanderings of Amy Ch 00

Introduction – Author’s notes about ‘The Wanderings of Amy’ and other erotic discipline fiction The ‘Wanderings of Amy’ was my first effort to write fiction of any sort. I had prior experience writing works of non-fiction, journalism, and academic research. However, I had always wanted to write fiction and have had ideas for a couple of political novels for many years. During the summer of 2002, for reasons I myself do not understand, I started to write a story in which I sought to explore a...

The Way Back Ch 01

A warning to the unwary. This is a long story that unfolds slowly as a man seeks to regain his life. It is in 10 parts containing 53 chapters all of which are completed and will be submitted daily. After that it’s up to Literotica. It is written in British English. Though it is told in the first person. It is not autobiographical, but fiction. Any resemblance to, or names of, real persons is accidental. Many of the places, however, do exist, though some liberties have been taken. There is...

The Rolls and the Pipe Ch 04

Wotcher. Welcome to the fourth installment of The Rolls and the Pipe. Noticing that I was only writing one page on Literotica screens, I will be trying to write more per installment. This is a personal preference: I like continuing to read. Longer stories (I’m reading ‘Drumbeats in His Soul’ right now) are my preference. In fact, I only own books over 300 page because I read them in only four hours or less. I rip through a Lit. story in fifteen minutes. I will be trying to show a little more...

The Author Pt 03

part 3: Searching the Soul. This is a work of fiction, none of the characters are intended to bear any resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any similarity is purely unintentional. As Jennifer drove home on autopilot, she wrestled with what had happened. Jennifer had found her answer, the secret of the basement, yet she had more questions. What exactly did he have in mind for her? Did he really expect her to become submissive, and allow herself to be tied up and used again? She got home...

Sully Ch 01

A loosely autobiographical novel of my younger days and nights. Originally written 2001-2002 Chapter One I know, I know, they say you can’t go home again. But after all those years . . . there I was, in my hometown for a day or two with nothing much to do, it was mid-October of 1999 and snowing lightly, not sticking to the streets, but the grassy areas were already a pretty white. I’d heard Lynch’s Bar & Grill had reopened, so I dropped in. It wasn’t the run down beer joint I had frequented...

Price of Past Miracles Ch 09

Friday, May 13, 1977 was the evening Megan Richards was supposed to be flying home to L.A. from Northwestern University in Illinois. It was also the day Brad had flown home from The Air Force Academy in Colorado… the day Barbie had been convinced that his plane was going to crash from being struck by lightning! But Brad had heeded her warning and avoided the sudden storms that had hit Las Vegas… Megan’s mother had been very relieved when she called home to tell them that she didn’t know when...

The Pumpkin Patch

-Oscar Wilde *** Most of the year it was just an empty lot, dusty and overlooked. Little ever grew there, and no one ever tried to build anything on it. But people knew, deep down, that it was a special place, and they treated it with deference. It was a place of power. Jezibaba’s little house crouched across the street from it, and that night she drew her curtains aside and peered through the gloom. It was the first new moon in October. When the clock struck half past, she went...

Don t Judge A Book Part 2 Chapter 11

Sunday lunchtime, 3rd June 2018Jill and I were enjoying a very late Sunday breakfast. We’d only got home from the party at three-thirty in the morning, and so breakfast was just this side of noon. Jill keeping it to a very light breakfast as she wanted to look her best for John and Becky’s upcoming wedding, now only three weeks away.The portions and choice of food she served me making clear that she expected me to give her moral support in her efforts to lose those last pounds so she’d look her...

An open marriage in India

This is a sexually explicit true story containing detailed descriptions of consensual incestuous and non-incestuous sex including oral-genital-anal straight, gay, lesbian, transsexual and mixed-group sex between adults, exhibitionism, transvestism, transsexuality, body-shaving, fist-fucking, urine-bathing, urine-drinking and prostitution. If any of these offends you, then please do not read further. However, this story does NOT contain any descriptions of scat, shit-eating, non-consensual sex,...

College Girls

FOREWORD: To those of you who have never read any of my stuff before, this is a plain old dirty story. Hopefully, it's hot. I'd like to think it's kind of fun. It is semi-autobiographical. I did have a friend like this, but his name wasn't Tom. The girls are based on girls I had fun with, too. College was great. To those of you who have read my other stories, don't bother to complain about no romance and no redeeming social value in this one. I know. * * * * * * * * * * * *...

BLAME IT ON OEDIPLEX

It's all your fault, my mom says thanks! by Oediplex 8==3~ Dear Oediplex, I have become one of your biggest OediPals. Not just because I have read everything you have posted somewhere on the web, but because one of your stories was instrumental in helping me to connect in a wondrous way with my mother, and we became lovers. Just like Allen, in that five part saga of his, which you provided on line for your faithful fans, I am happy to share with you our introduction into incest. ...

Camorra Chapter 3

Lunch was a quick affair, some cold meat sandwiched in wholesome fresh bread, washed down with a mug of steaming tea. Placing his crockery by the large sink, Benjamin made his way to the Library to meet his master. In the Library, Camorra fumed to himself. Why in Hell's name had he protected the boy so much? The boy was just a means to an end, not a blasted end in himself. As if displaying his talents were not dangerous enough, he'd then offered some revoltingly nonsensical explanation...

Another virgin bites the dust

Well firstly this is the first part of a series of autobiographical Tales. I shall right about my further adventures, if it's received well that is. This is merely a first draft, I may well revise it and add much more, if it’s liked. And this is my first story and I’m half drunk so anyone who feels the need to bitch about spelling and grammar really needs to get a life. Although I would appreciate advise on my weak points, and things I should maybe add, just not pointless bitching. Let’s...

Equal Shares Ch 01

Preface and Dedication This story could not have happened without the initial encouragement of Strickland83, who read a post I made on Nick Scipio’s forum and urged me to consider writing. Of course, that leads me to thank Nick, and also Frank Downey. Their Summer Camp and Dance of a Lifetime books, respectively, were truly inspirational. Cheers, guys. Other authors who contributed, unknowingly, include everyone that I read between the ages of around 8 (When I discovered Arthur Ransome’s...

From Jenny to Mei Ch 01

This is my first try at erotic fiction. I hope you like it and please be nice. It’s largely autobiographical but not literally so. I’m an Asian girl and lots of what I write about Mei is me but lots isn’t. I’ll leave it to your imagination (hint, if it’s about sex it’s me) If you all like it I’ll write more but please let me know in the comments and by voting. ***** Jenny was a cold, heartless bitch, and that was ok, it worked for her. It certainly never got in the way of her getting what...

The First Moms Club S P

Based on the series of stories by patricia51 and linda_s © To Linda and Patricia: I can’t thank you enough for letting me write for your series. And I also can’t thank you enough for the encouragement you gave me. To the rest of the readers: This is my first erotic story for publication in any medium. Feedback is greatly welcomed. But I’d like to recommend that you visit my homepage and see a list of my favorite authors and stories, and visit those sites as well. I’ll update the list every...

Kismet or Happenstance Ch 03

Saturday, July 22nd . 6:27 pm Maybe she should have called Michelle. The thought came as Ana pressed the doorbell. She obviously needed to hear a voice of reason, otherwise she wouldn’t be standing here on the doorstep, on the way to ostensibly having her first one-night stand. Tonight wasn’t just about a home cooked meal and some friendly flirting. He wants to fuck you. Yet even reducing it to the crudest of terms didn’t have the intended sobering effect. That was far more perplexing than...

Our First Time

Semi-autobiographical. It was almost like a dare as it slipped past my lips. ‘ I want to watch you pleasure yourself.’ I watched his face closely to see how he would respond. At this point, his words meant nothing. ‘Uh, sure. I can do that.’ He squirmed in his seat, looking like a boy who got caught looking at naughty magazines, instead of the self-assured businessman that he was. I could hear the hesitancy in his voice. I saw how his eyes didn’t quite meet mine. I knew he wasn’t ready for...

Softball Dad Ch 01

Disclaimer: This is a romantic and erotic story. I like to create characters that look real, and their relationship develops over time. So if you are looking for a ‘quick release,’ this is not for you. By the time the man and the woman in the story ‘do their thing,’ you will be convinced that they are really doing it. I suppose some of the stories you can find here is a blend of fictional and autobiographical materials. It is up to you to decide how many ounces of fantasy are in this story. ...

I Thought She Made You Up Ch 07

Well, you asked for it. If you have an ending, please post it. If it seems rambling and disjointed, it was intentional. I was writing from the perspective of a very old man. ……………………………………… Leaning on my cane, I look down across the mountain into town. My town, my home for over sixty years. My daughters respect my privacy, waiting patiently by the car. Actually, only one is my blood daughter, Barbara Joanne, the other my step daughter Amy. They bring me once a month for a short visit. It...

A Most Unwanted Present

Here’s my entry into the Winter Holidays Contest, albeit there’s not too much mention of the holiday season in it. Not until the end anyway. I didn’t intend it to be that way when I started, but the thing grew legs and wandered off and went where it wanted. In this one a middle-aged man is seduced by a twenty-something hottie. But the trouble is she’s also a married woman. He tries to resist but is too weak and can’t manage to find the strength to deny him, and her it seems, the pleasure. ...

Sunday Love Songs 01

I wrote this story as a present for my wife, who loved it (she said), so I decided to post it to see what a less biased audience would make of it. It is rather long, and is in two parts, both of which have been submitted. It is my first submission and depending on the response, it may also be my last! It is written in British English. Though written in the first person, it is not autobiographical. All persons in sexual situations are 18 years old or older. The age of students in the final...

Beware the Roasburies Pt 01

Though this is written in the first person it is not autobiographical. All characters and events are fictional, and bear no relation to any person living or dead. It is a long slow story, be warned! I’m sure an editor could cut out a good deal and make it more zingy, but sorry, I like it the way it is. If you get bored you can always stop reading and wander off to something with a little more pace. It is in seven parts, all of which are finished, and as far as possible will be posted on...

Ashley Part I The Bet

Introduction I have been an anonymous reader of stories on this site for a long time and have really wanted to try and be a contributor. But I’m afraid my imagination isn’t as developed as many of the really good writers here. So for the past few months I’m very writing a story that is pretty much autobiographical. It probably isn’t as good or as adult as most entries here. But it has the benefit of having taken place. A couple of other notes… First, since it was so long I...

Jennas Story Part 3 Kansas City

Introduction: I take up the continuing story of Jenna as she takes a little detour on her way home to find out what her parents have decided. Please be warned this is a continuing autobiographical story of a 26 year old womans memories if her sex life, which began at a very young age. If you dont like fantasy about very young girls enjoying sex, then you should probably skip this story altogether, or at least wait for future chapters which will cover years 18 to 26 (if I ever get around to...

Swim Coach chapter 12

I’m surprised by what flows out as I write the story. Yes, it started out being a very autobiographical account, however has now crossed in to a strictly fictional space. I’m sure a few years of analysis will help me sort it all out! You’ve almost got to read the first parts of this story to understand what’s going on, but for those with short attentions, I’d suggest starting at chapter 7 and reading from there… The next morning I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs. Matt had ordered room...

A very hot summer

A Very Hot Summer It is the mother of bad hair days —a sweltering hot day, and the power is out. I was relying on the fans to keep me cool. Added to that my laptop is out of juice, so the second chapter of my new book will just have to wait, anyway I have writer’s block. My book is about a cougar who spends her time seducing young men. Of course, it is not autobiographical, at least not yet. It’s too hot to wear underwear so I drape a flimsy dress over me and make my way in the village to...

Initial Public Offering

He gets in the passenger seat next to her, almost uncertainly, and as if sensing something, glances out his window around the restaurant parking lot. He wonders if he’s dreaming. He hears the first tentative tink of big summer raindrops on the roof of her van. “So what did you forget to tell me?” he says softly. She unbuckles her seatbelt, slips out from behind the steering wheel, and straddles him, pins him, in his front passenger seat. He begins to say something but cannot because she has...

Charity Graduates 1 Fatherfucker

Introduction: Charity finally meets Chets dad Charity Jones here. Your narrator or purveyor of autobiographical whack off material. Enough of the wit, you want more of my memoirs. Here goes The 12th grade had finally arrived. The big year. The make or break year. The big one -two. Alright enough with the drama. This was my graduating year, so I had to make it a good one, but it was already a crazy busy one I had discovered within the first week. I was working at the Love Hut Lingerie Store...

Virtually Lovers

Lucy swore she hadn’t been looking for Theo…quite the opposite in fact. It was true that the sex life she now shared with her husband wasn’t exactly thrilling, the mild flicker of attraction they’d once had being almost entirely extinguished when she had become pregnant with their son. But she was resigned to her lot, for her husband had given her something infinitely more precious: the true love of her life, her four-year-old son. Some time ago, she had arrived at the decision that, for that...

Unmute

"Hey, Case,“ was all my sister said as she hugged me, graciously ignoring the sweat and the travel-stains I was sporting. I was very aware that I was painting a generally unappealing image standing on her front step in crocs (crocs! With socks!) and with my hair wild and all my worldly possessions littered around my feet.Apart from a slightly sad smile and a sympathetic note in her voice as she greeted me, I almost couldn’t tell exactly how pitifully pathetic she thought I was, and that was...

The Interview Between My Legs

A few weeks after my first public reading, I received an interesting email. Apparently, Novella was more invested in my stories than I thought she would be and so she contacted the host of some literary blog, or podcast she was listening to, who in turn emailed me for an interview. From what I've gathered, the podcast was mostly about "new" independent authors, and the woman who ran it was interested in talking to a "sex author" as she called me. On top of all that she was from Canada, I think,...

Molly s Conference

Another boring Monday night on second shift, and Molly knew she would have to work hard to look busy. There just wasn't enough in the schedule to keep her busy for the eight hours she was forced to be there. Oh god, how she hated this job. Tedious, low paying, mind numbing work, but it paid the bills, sort of, if she really worked at it. The only real redeeming part of this job was that the boss was kind of cute, she thought, and if nothing else it might be fun to flirt with him some more. It...

Cheerleading Fun

This is the first of a (hopefully ongoing) series of Psuedo-Autobiographical stories that I hope I can spawn, involving a composite of my girlfriend and I, either as the heroine or as one of the feminine companions. I welcome contributions - it's not meant to be my actual life story. The first story stems from a mutual fantasy me and my girlfriend share - cheerleaders. We'll have fun on Valentine's Day. "Next!" the cheerleading coach cried. "Yes ma'am, #43, Jane Doe," you say to her. "Ok,...

Confessions of a Ladyboy Part 1

I was eighteen and new in the boy's hostel. No one had wanted me at home. I had never known my father. I saw my mother go out with a different man almost every night ever since I was old enough to remember such things. She taught me some valuable lessons - how to be attractive, how to carry myself, how to be seductive, how to do my makeup.She always said, "You are such a cute boy, you were meant to be a girl."She caught me one day, dressing as a girl in front of the mirror when I was very young...

The Secret Confessions Of Bella Journal One

Journal One 7/7/16 It's a funny thing, really. I used to be one of those shy and reserved girls during my freshman and sophomore years in high school. I had a close group of friends and everything, but I was never known as the most outgoing or the most popular. I usually avoided going to school dances because it was just so far from my comfort zone (having the entire school watch me dance? no thanks), and I would hesitate talking about anything sexual in front of my friends because, well, I...

Becoming a hooker

this story is written by Molly Day, it is autobiographical. I'm just pasting and copying it here.https://storiesonline.net/s/20590/becoming-a-hooker################################Sometimes, in the middle of doing it, I find my mind drifting: trying to figure out how the hell I got here.I’ll be on my knees in an alleyway, or squeezed into the footwell of a car that’s far too small for what the owner intended to do in it, and I’ll think: when you were 14, Molly, is this how you expected things...

Swinging in the Military

I took a sip of my water and watched my wife sacrifice her body to dive for a dig in the sand volleyball game. She loved playing volleyball in general and now she was the only girl on the court. Our friend Rich offered her a hand to get up. Sandy really dug Rich, and I had to admit I understood. He stood right at six feet, with curly dirty blond hair, broad shoulders, and washboard abs. Sandy kept his hand and gazed into his eyes just a little too long. Message transmitted, would it be...

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This is part 2 of a 3 part story I once sent a good CD friend back in the UK. It is a brief part of some of Laura's first 'exploits' back in England and elsewhere. There are a couple of older pictures in my galleries that pertain to the encounter with Kate and Raven... 1997 was a big ‘coming out’ year for Laura. I was spending an increasing amount of time online meeting other people, chatting, taking some pretty awful photos with an old 1st generation Casio digital camera, and sending them to...

Who s Next Part Two

Who's Next: Part Two:This is a hybrid between a story and a blog article. It started as a journal entry, then took on a life of its own. There are three or four vignettes based on musings on my life as a polyamorous husband. The segments are a mixture of memories of real experiences, utter fantasies, and enhanced experiences. I guess I have to credit or blame DizzyD247 for this as some of his best stories are also based on autobiographical events. anyway, as I worked on it, the first vignette...

Whos s Next Part One

This is a hybrid between a story and a blog article. It started as a journal entry, then took on a life of its own. There are three or four vignettes based on musings on my life as a polyamorous husband. The segments are a mixture of memories of real experiences, utter fantasies, and enhanced experiences. I guess I have to credit or blame Dizzy for this as some of his best stories are also based on autobiographical events. anyway, as I worked on it, the first vignette needed to be fleshed out....

Big Black Dick in the Hood A semi autobiographica

Big Black Dick in the Hood(A semi-autobiographical fairy tale)Once upon a time, on a warm summer day, there was a big, strong man named Big Black Dick in the Hood. Big Black Dick in the Hood worked as a delivery driver for the neighborhood grocery store. One day, The manager of the grocery store said,"Big Black Dick in the Hood, I need you to take these goodies to Grandma's house, over at the Senior Living apartments. After that, you can clock out and go home.""Okay!" said Big Black Dick in the...

The Window

Note: This is just a simple little tale of first time experience... it is somewhat an autobiographical tale... enjoy! -one- "Jeez, Andrew, that's my teacher's window!" One of the players howled. When the long fly ball went through the neighbor lady's kitchen window, two entire baseball teams full of Andrew Wilson's friends and peers disappeared. Now certain that the world as he knew it would end in a manner of moments, Andrew was stuck with the ball bat and the consequences of his own actions....

The Office Party

You should know dear reader, that this is not autobiographical, but oh my it is a fantasy for me. I'm not Lisa but I could be... And yes, when I finished this story I was a half dressed basket case, and had to lay down. I hope you do too."I would rather go to a root canal than an office party," Dan told his wife when she finally got up the nerve to ask. "But you go and try not to get yourself fired. And if, I mean when, you drink too much, have somebody sober drive you home". Lisa pouted. "And...

A Stepmother s sin Ch 8 Robert returns to

And as you would expect, Robert shared my bed with me the rest of the summer. We had fallen into aroutine of sorts. Every day, before Icame home from work, I would insert my diaphragm, even afterthe pill was supposed to be adequate protection.I believe we made love virtually every night, often more than once. Even when I was menstruating,Robert still wanted me and had me. Robert found a sturdy, two step plastic blue step-stool that heplaced in the shower when I was menstruating, and he would...

The Man in the Woods

The Man in the WoodsThis is a work of fiction. It is much like all my fiction which has many autobiographical elements. Much of this is pure fantasy. But, when it comes right down to it, aren’t our dreams the fuel for what actually happens in our lives? I certainly hope so. If the dreams are so wonderful, we must endeavor to make our lives just as wonderful and fulfilling. So, here’ s my latest offering. Enjoy. xxoooxxxWhat to wear? What to wear? It’s the same question every day. So many...

Everbody Loves Sue

Back in the late seventies and early eighties I was a post graduate archeology student studying for my master's degree in the UK. I had grants and everything but my girlfriend, Nicky, had a good job and that made life easy. In those days our relationship was what was called open. We loved each other but didn't put too much emphasis on fidelity. I'd sat on the sofa and watched her get screwed by other guys. I'd joined in and even fondled their balls or licked her clit while she was being ridden....

Converting Private Jack

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