"There's simply no way around it, dear," Mistress Virginia explains to me over Sunday brunch. "You're at that point where you need to free yourself from your father's controlling influence." "Well… I've been trying to tell him, but it scares me when I even think about quitting my job." "What scares you, my child, is him finding out you're a sissy. Sissies naturally don't want their parents knowing they've turned into cros...

I awoke earlier than usual with the sun shining brightly on my face through blinds I had forgotten to close. Still groggy from sleep, I collected my thoughts as my bedroom surroundings came into focus. The alarm clock on my nightstand said six a.m. but then I realized it was Saturday. Shit, I wanted to sleep in today. I lay back and gazed at the ceiling. As my brain slowly cleared, I revisited the previous evening's event...

Here I am, a forty-year-old woman, having dinner with a man. A man I intend to seduce. Well, at least I intend to let him seduce me, whichever. It’s been a year since Aaron, my son, forced me to leave my verbally abusive husband Alexander, divorce him, and move to Berkeley, where Aaron’s a junior at UCB. It's been a strange journey, and I’m finally ready to live again. Brian and I have known each other for years, though m...

DISCLAIMER – Our vacation trip to a resort on the French Polynesian Island of Moorea in which we encountered a Championship Australian Rules Football team (that had periodic late-night card games) is true. However, the names applied to members of that team (both players and coaches) in this, or any other story written by us are fictitious. Any unintentional resemblance to the actual names of team members at the resort dur...

I was driving home from a co-worker's retirement party on a frosty Saturday night in November last year. The party was at his house about twenty miles outside of town. Chuck and his wife Connie had purchased the place ten years before to retire there. They'd been fixing it up and decided when it was perfect, Chuck would retire. They didn't complete the repairs, but Chuck retired anyway when he turned sixty-two. I was jeal...

Silvia Susan and Carli arrived on Friday afternoon before the convention. The weather was warmer than usual in the low eighties. Megan and I had been cleaning the house and ensuring we had plenty of things to drink, eat, and snack on. We were both in shorts and loose tops when they arrived. They were friends, so we didn't feel the need to get all dressed up. My phone buzzed when they set off the motion sensor in the drive...

If the café had been crowded everything might have been different. With only a few customers, I saw him when he walked in, and he saw me. Our eyes met for only a moment, but he smiled; uncharacteristically, I smiled back. Traveling alone, I don’t encourage strange men to approach me. Despite my smile, he didn’t. He took a seat at the counter. Tall, broad-shouldered and masculine in snug black jeans and a black leather jac...

Part I: Through Mist and Steam Amidst the veil of steam, the siren's allure was evident, Her skin, like alabaster, under the mist's luminescent. Matured beauty, every line etched with grace, Her rare ginger locks, a fiery cascade framing her face. Like an ageless enchantress, she bore her age's trace, Yet her eyes, fierce and captivating, held a timeless embrace. Beside her, Nekane, innocence and experience combined, Blon...

His mother was sick, and it was Antoine’s fault. Waiting for his father, the harsh perfumes of antiseptic and detergent hung in the air. The noticeboards patronised him, and a restless energy gnawed at his tired body. Fidgeting to get comfortable, the chair was insufficiently padded. In his abject state of mind, she was easy to forget. Lucky. Through the whimpered guidance of her caress, Antoine clamped his mouth to her s...