La Conciergerie Prison. Paris. July 28th, 1794. My beloved Eugenie, with my last louis d'or, I have paid a kindly old crone to get this letter to you in Lausanne. With some luck, it will arrive via her brother who, I'm told, works for a Swiss paper mercha...
Cross-dressing is a very important part of my life. I have learned that it is healthy for me to pamper my feminine feelings and to indulge the needs of that unique person inside me. After a few years of dressing in public as a teen, I have grown accustome...
The sound of the rain is plinking against the window pane – distracting me from my work. I’m frustrated today. Everything at work is coming to a head – leaving clients in a panic and coworkers scrambling (myself included). My recent move has me out of rou...
A. The Prologue. 1. Simon's Backstory. I am driving back to my old home town, where I have been invited to a party. In fact it is a 'wake' for an old Irish friend, named Finnegan; I know he would have wanted us all to have a great party in his honour. I h...
I put my pearls and went out. Out into the street, the moon. Ready to be yours. Where will I find you? The first guy I look. When, where, who? I decide The here and the now! Did you like the pearls? Are they beautiful? Then pick them up. Feel. Beautiful a...
He'll come up behind me at the sink, my hands in soapy water, or working at the counter, or when I'm brushing my teeth. He nuzzles my neck, kisses me, breathes, "I love you," into my ear, and I melt. I feel it, my body turning liquid, and I'm his, helples...
