2nd October 2018   My mind was a whirr.  Had it really only been a day since my life had changed so dramatically? Since I’d been sitting minding my own business in a chatroom, trying to kill time on a boring, rainy Sunday afternoon?  When she had butted into my half-hearted conversation, intoxicated me with her words, captured my mind and then barely an hour later, my body. I had slept fitfully that night, my skin still...

It was over fifty years ago: I had turned twenty-one three months earlier, and only six weeks previously had left my engagement party to catch a train to Waiouru, having had the misfortune to be drafted to serve my country as an Army recruit in the National Service. Now, following a weekend pass with my fellow recruits, I was on my way back to Waiouru on the train, travelling second class, courtesy of the Army, in old, dr...

The Tinder guy arrives at my condo at 9.  He is larger than his picture.  He is hot and that’s deliberate on my part.  His name is (and I kid you not) Lance.  I hope it refers to his dick.  Lance is tall and heavy-muscled.  My mouth waters.  When he sees me, his eyes take their time looking me up and down.  Will I measure up?  I have dressed to impress.  Is he impressed?  Wearing a too-high skirt and a too-tight top with...

Chapter One: The soft evening Nashville breeze is a welcome change from the Wyoming winds I have dealt with for two months.  I smile and take in a deep breath as I step out of the baggage claim and out onto the sidewalk looking for my Uber.  Dusk is just fading into the night sky as I approach my Uber.  I am dragging two large suitcases, so I ordered a Tahoe.  Once I have loaded the bags and my backpack into the back, I s...

I scanned the faces on the crowded train, many looked hot and flustered. A hard day in a sweaty office followed by a busy crowded commute home. No wonder they looked tense.  One guy stood out though; tall and cool, standing opposite me in the corridor and just to the right of my hubby who was sat on the aisle seat opposite me. Linen shirt and chinos, blonde with grey streaks and his pale blue eyes which strafed my body. L...

As I stepped outside the Uber my 6-inch heels clicked against the pavement making a loud noise and attracting the attention of a few guys loitering outside of the house. I could tell they were staring at me, as I stood up, my long slender legs protruding through my tiny tight leather mini skirt. Underneath my skirt, I was wearing a sexy black lingerie set, complete with stockings that made me feel super slutty. I also wor...

It was getting hot- I was getting hot. Riding the tube commando was both a delicious empowerment and a slow edging torture. Ever since I left home that morning, every light breeze of air, every soft rub against the chair when sitting down and standing up… Bodies pressed against me as the train came to a halt. I was caught off guard by the draft of air as the doors opened and squirmed in delight. As people got simultaneous...

I sit in Dylan Rey’s hair salon on Tunbridge Wells High Street and stare at my new little black bob. I worried it wouldn’t suit my face, that I wouldn’t be able to manage the upkeep, and that at thirty-six I was too old. Scariest of all, if I didn’t have long hair would I look blokey – the perennial risk for a transgender woman? But it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A chunky, straight fringe hangs from a smal...

The train arrived in Southampton at half past three, and I sat in the ladies’ waiting room until the London express’s departure at a quarter past four. When it was time to leave, I had trouble finding a porter to assist me with my suitcase but finally attracted the attention of an elderly, stooping, knobbly-kneed specimen who looked as though he should have been safely retired some years previously. Because of this, we ar...

  The Revenge of a Teenage Genius Bryan Callway had to juggle the competing interests of his life. There were so many things for a seventeen-year-old boy to keep track of. There was time spent with his parents, who loved and cherished him. There was time spent at school, where he pretended to work hard to maintain his 5.0 GPA so as to not scare the other students or teacher. Then of course there was the time spent trying...

I was still a virgin, at my advanced age (17), but aroused a lot, loved reading sex scenes in books, imagining it, touching myself. I traveled every day on a crowded train, on the way to my classes. One day I was standing, as usual, holding on to the pole while the train rocked and slowly made its way. An older man, maybe forties, was holding on to the pole across from me. He was taller, holding on lower on the pole, and...