It was one of those soft southern nights you hear about in movies and old soft rock songs. I could smell the long leaf pines and the moon was nearly full. I had been on my own for so long that it rarely bothered me as it did in my youth. That lonely feeling that never quite goes away. Now it came on... read more
They say that life is about making choices. But we humans don't get to choose the two most important factors in our lives. We don't get to choose our genes, so I got stuck with XY chromosomes. And we don't get to choose our natal families, so I got stuck with my mother and father. My father, Edua... read more
I think that if you could get honest answers, a lot of heterosexual guys would probably admit to having had at least a passing desire to be a girl. If they were honest, they would probably admit they thought of it "when I first noticed a girl's breasts" or "when I first felt a girl or... read more
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... read more
"How about doing a sports interview?" I suggested. "We could have hockey's dirtiest player doing a tell-all about how to inflict pain without taking a penalty." "Yeah," agreed Ted. "The bad guy could demonstrate all his dirty moves on the interviewer. Like an el... read more
Now Rose upped her sincerity level. "I want that kind of friendship with you, Joan! I believe we are kindred spirits. If two manipulative bitches like us CAN be friends, I think we should be. I did this little scenario today as a show of skill, inclination, and sincerity. Could I do to other me... read more
The horrible memory of my crackhouse ordeal faded much as the lurid surgical site on my abdomen faded to a faint pink smile at my bikini line. I went off the AIDS cocktail after one awful month of constant nausea, and was pronounced antibody-free. My surgeons pronounced me healed and recovered. Natu... read more
It was while cutting across his back trailer park lawn around 7pm on misty July Saturday evening, when I first discovered that Mr. Parker was really a fag. How else could you describe a man wearing a long blonde wig on his head while below he wore only a large somehow stuffed pink lacey woman's bra ... read more
Angelo was still working on Shayna's blonde wig. He fussed with it, combed it, and teased it. Angelo knew a romantic style was very important to Sir Dominique. Shayna was escorted to a tremendous makeup table. Saki placed a headband on her that stretched her scalp and raised her non-existent eyeb... read more
Dear Reader this is a romantic interlude, not a story. It is a brief glimpse into a sensual moment in a relationship between two people that are in love. Please use this to stir your imagination, no matter the side of the situation with which you may identify. Somewhere in Greece... The whitew... read more
There is a very old saying," Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it." My fathers name had been James Bradley. He had been a CEO of a top Wall Street investment firm. My father didn't climb to the top by being a good guy. He was a total prick who would stab anyone he had... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
As I pulled my cock out of Emily's ass and shot my load onto her flat stomach, where my cum mixed with the load the beautiful blonde cross-dresser had just shot from her throbbing cock a moment before, I thought to myself that work was suddenly going to be a lot more fun. My name is Steve and I w... read more
New York City wasn't a bad palce to be back then. I was a student working at an office job and doing what I enjoyed. That was being a musician. Lots of weekend and night gigs at cocktail parties, lounges and so on. There were a few pianists I worked for as standing time-keeper ( bass play... read more
I have recently written with an account from my diary about the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen and someone saw the experience and wanted to know more as I had said that I met him a few times. So, I can bring that right up to date now because I have recently been to see him again. But let me go bac... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
PROLOGUE: Ross Thorn, aka Nick Mitchell, paced back and forth in his office high up in the Hancock Building. He glanced out the corner windows. North you could see out over Chicago's North Side to almost as far as Wilmette, and east out over the lake almost to Michigan. It was a perfect spring da... read more
Joan hung up the phone. One of what she liked to think of as "Dr. Adkin's Rules for Having It All.And Keeping It" was, "Always expect the unexpected", but this had thrown even her for somewhat of a loop. Rose was still alive! Not only alive, but here in Chicago and wanting to mee... read more
Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes place in the Magatrix the Magnificent Universe, which was first introduced in my serialized seven-part story, Magician's Assistant. The premise upon which both that story and this story are based revolves around the fact that Magatrix the Magnificent... read more
I Love To Love You Baby By Sabrina G. Langton Author's note: I have published this story on two other sites. I always said it was slightly aurobiographical, but reading it back it is a pretty accurate account of my summer of '88. There are only 3 things that I changed. 2 are itsy bitsy tiny deta... read more
