Another lonely Christmas loomed. Imprisoned by circumstances, Stella rarely spoke to people, and when she did, it was only a matter of time before she slipped up. Stella couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him walking past with a message on his sweatshirt. 'I want to tuck your sits, but that's my issue,' it said. Joey had worn the sweatshirt as his act of defiance. The world laughed at him, but he wasn't giving up just...

I wonder if I should see a doctor. This cannot be normal, although, if I’m being honest, I had no real idea what normal is. I must have read a hundred articles about it from all the popular women’s magazines, and I am no better informed now than I was before. I can imagine my conversation with my family Doctor. “And what’s seems to be the problem, Chrissy?” “Well, Doctor, no matter how hard I try, no matter what I use, or...

Anton had always wanted to play a woman. A talented cellist, he had occupied principal chair in the city’s symphony for the past three years. Music was his life, but this, his douleur exquise, was a burning tattoo on his soul. An unrequited craving that created a bottomless ache in him that he tried to satisfy with his cello but never could. Play her like a musical instrument. Bring exquisite music from her, wringing sens...

Her gift is knowing what he wants before he wants it. She’s been balanced on the crumbling edge of an orgasm for over two hours, her fingertips playing with her needy clit and slick lips as she kneels on the plush carpet of a midtown hotel suite. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail, wrapped with a red ribbon. The smell of her pussy hangs in the air like fog, and mixes with the familiar lure of her perfume. One...

Formal events were the worst kind of guard duty for Hannah. Not only did she have to have her uniform crisp and clean, but she also had to stand still and not do anything unless she had to. At least with some sort of patrol, she could walk around and look at things. Instead, she stood at attention, her chest pushed out, and her focus directly forward. The safety and security of the staircase behind her was at stake during...

Alecia stood in front of the triple mirror in the fitting room, assessing her reflection. She loathed shopping for clothes and especially picking outfits for special occasions. Finding a new dress for a friend’s upcoming wedding was proving to be a chore. Alecia spun around in the mirror and looked at her behind. The garment did make her legs look long and toned, but the bodice squished her boobs and dug into her armpits....

"Please... find my husband, Mr. Cross," the woman in white asked as she lit a cigarette. I'd rather shoot him. I reflected. He doesn't deserve you. Whoever the bastard might be. I'll admit, it wasn't the first time a dame walked through those doors. But this was different. God damn, even her scent hit like a drunken trucker. Her perfume stuck to my skin while burning into my core. Chemical warfare never smelled so good. M...

I remember the joy of your laughter as we escaped to our meadow. Up there amongst the trees and those grass-covered hills, we giggled and danced in the dappled sunlight. With those mischievous eyes you would dare me, and I would strip off my dress and, laughing with delight, we would wade into the stream, splashing and yelling as we immersed ourselves in the icy water. Afterwards, we lay on that tattered old blanket as we...