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My Son Janet L. Stickney [email protected] My name is Carol Stewart. I have a watched as my son slowly became more like a girl than a boy. When he was a youngster he would play dress up in his sisters clothes, a game of dress up that all kids played. By the time he was nine, and still playing dress up, I began to wonder a bit, yet it seemed so harmless that I let it go. When he was 11 I saw him all dressed up again, wearing a nice blue and white dress with white tights and...

The Displaced Detective Part 8

The Displaced Detective - Part 8 by Limbo's Mistress How much of who we are is our memories? It's the sort of philosophical argument that, like, a couple of old dudes might sit around debating until the sun came up. The kind of discussion that seems to have neither a right or wrong answer. It all depends on the subject's point of view. My point of view was beginning to tell me that I might not just be the summation of my memories. However, I couldn't deny the fact that...

The Loser And The Winner

THE LOSER AND THE WINNER By Rhayna Tera, copyright 2019 Warning: Horror. Author's Note: This was once two separate stories. Revised now, they go better together as one. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. RT PART ONE -- THE LOSER 1A -- MONTH ONE -- REALIZE The sex...

Tingles Nine

TINGLES NINE By Katharine Sexkitten I lay in Peter's arms, both of us coming down from our sexual and emotional highs. The tingles had subsided somewhat, but they were still heightened, and reverberating through me. The physical sensations were overwhelming. My pussy had been stretched and filled like never before, and those nerve endings were all afire, telling me non-stop that I had just experienced something real, something visceral, and something life- changing. Peter had...

Neighbourhood Terror to Sissy pt 19

Chapter 21 John had been looking forward to this very moment that he wasn't about to just get it over with. He was going to savour it as much as he possibly could. These contacts proved to be such a good find. They allowed him to stay anonymous as long as he didn't give away his voice while still not covering the sissy's face. A face even John had to admit was pretty. He had never really noticed it before when Marcy was still Mark but with that nice coating of soft pink lipstick,...

Tingles Sixteen

TINGLES SIXTEEN By Katharine Sexkitten What a trip! Incredibly, the amount of work that I actually accomplished on my trip with the National team was voluminous. I was flabbergasted, to be frank. I'd spent so much time during each day either re-living the sexy fun I got up to the night before, or dreaming about what sexy fun I would get up to on the night coming up, I'm surprised I got anything work-related done! I'd managed to have the most amazing sexual and sensual good times...

Sucking Lollipops

“I dreamt about you again last night!” I tell you. The part I fail to mention is that it wasn’t a dream about us sucking each other dry, it was a sweet dream with no real objective, we were just together in it and we both had smiles and a moment between us, the kind of moment that inspires stories. “You filthy minx,” you respond light heartedly and I smile because you’re allowed to make your assumptions because tonight I do plan to dream of us being filthy rude and delicious. “Come here,” you...

Melvin

Melvin had worked the plan over and over in his head, and when he saw her he knew she was the perfect one. Mary was plain in almost every way. She rarely looked people in the eye at work and appeared almost afraid to speak to people. Her clothes and appearance were both awkward. Her desk was in an obscure corner and she ate lunch by herself. Her badge showed she was a temp, just like Melvin.He had taken the job just to search for the right woman, he already had his inheritance and the...

Emily and Oliver

Emily and OliverMy wife died today. Seven years ago, but today. She walked out the door only to be carried back in, a small wooden urn that stunk of extinguished flames. I love my wife though. Love her. Walking through the door and driving down to the shops into an unexplained tragedy. It wasn’t the impact that killed my wife you see, but the airbag. As the motor company representative told me later, with only a freckled hint of apology marking his face, the mechanism that should have deflated...

On the Isle of Insanity

On the Isle of Insanity Book One – Chapters 1 through 3 By XSPY4U Authors Note: Thanks to all of you who have continued to follow my work. This story is a little different from the others I have written. The idea was inspired by Magmafire, whose actual story plan was more detailed than mine was. I hope it does justice to the vision he had for the story. As my readers know, I find it impossible to write stories that are not a series. This is not a departure from that passion. It is however, a...

Dream Life

Samantha Smith appeared completely normal to the outside world. As a nurse at the UCSF hospital specializing in ICU, she had a lovely home in Berkley and volunteered her time every month at the free clinic. At 25 she was 5’4? petite but very curvy with long dark hair, green eyes and a bright smile. She kept her hair cut in blunt bangs circa Betty Paige and accented with long layers. At work it was usually tied back and kept out of the way and at home was kept down and around her face....

Still Life A Marriage

Still Life: A MarriageI have begun taking my vibrator to work with me. When I leave the house in the morning it is still dark out and once I get on the freeway I reach into my purse and pull out the small, cheap, silver bullet. I position it on my clit, make ample use of the variable speed, and make eye contact with my fellow commuters. Men, women, it doesn’t matter. I find myself trying to catch the red lights and when I do, I tilt the seat back, set the car into neutral, set the emergency...

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He grabbed her wrists as she tried to move away. "Be still, he commanded. She still struggled. Slap. He backhanded her. She caught her breath and paused for a second to measure in her mind his new aggression. "Let me go," she pleaded. "Be quiet and be still," he commanded again. "You will do as I say." She looked at him with contempt and then jerked again, hoping to free herself from his grip but without success. Slap. He slapped her again. She was startled by his violence. ...

The Penthouse Slave

Tales of Torment Tales of Torment Penthouse Slave 1993 Star Distributors LTD. ONE The view out Madison Elizabeth Carmichael?s window was one most of the city would have killed for. Actually, it was wrong to call it a window. It was actually a glass wall. Almost the entire penthouse apartment shared by Madison and her father was enclosed by glass walls. They lived on the seventeenth floor of a very posh Park Avenue building in New York.There was...

RedTails The Paddled Princess Chapter 2

RedTails : ReckoningsThe Paddled PrincessByScarletdownChapter II: Party Crasher"Good evening to you too, Allisson," Arlin growled. His body shuddered, and his aching, still stiff maleness flexed at the Raccoon's touch. "I trust that you and Amanda are having a profitable night?"She nodded and flashed him a coy smile, "Yep-yep, our tails have been remarkably busy. And we have only been working for not even two hours so far tonight." She snuggled up against the Tiger, sighed, and rested her head...

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