I had arrived home late on Christmas Eve. I stripped off my clothes. They smelled of stale beer, cigarettes and sex. My little black dress would need dry cleaning. I showered, put on clean panties and tee shirt. I slept the sleep of the dead. It was 11AM Christmas morning when I awoke.

Xabriar gripped the copper bowl full of dark water, his knuckles white around its edge, and forcibly restrained himself. The tools of his trade were becoming more valuable to him by the day, and this one let him see more of the distant goings on than most. He left it on the bench and stalked across the room, muttering to himself.

New Beginnings Part 3

I woke the next morning; Mom was busy feeding my brother.
Mom saw I was awake an invited me to suck from her as well. I asked mom about when and how I could become a girl. Mom said as far as she knew it was not possible till I was eighteen and it involved hormones and surgery. I moved closer to mom and began to suck on her breast. I just loved the taste of mom’s milk. Later my brother began to doze off again and mom laid him down beside her and turned her attention to me. Mom said I would also love to have some to suck from my breasts.

Georgann continues to play duel roles at home and work. Susan announces her holiday plans. Art is suspended.

It is Monday Dec. 21, 1969. I arrived at work early; Marty seems differet some how.

"Awfually quiet today" I said.

"How was your weekend?" Marty asked.

"Great and your's?" I replied.

"Did you hook up with Susan?" Marty asked.

"Yes" was my one word reply.

Susan came strolling into the room. She walked right up to me, never even looked at Marty. "Hi George" she said with a sly smile.

"Weekend was that good" Marty said.

 
As our plane touched down at HongQiao airport in Shanghai I looked out of the window. It was early May and the weather was grey and miserable and visibility was poor. I remember thinking ‘A typical grey day in UK’. It put me in mind of the mists and fogs we used to encounter years ago in UK.

Before I begin to tell the story of my time in Los Angeles I thought I should tell you something of my early life.

I was born march 12, 1947 in Queens, New York City. I arrived in this life at 8:38 PM. My parents were joh and Ruth; both veterans of WW II. My father was a NYC police officer. My mother was a housewife.

Synopsis:They say that New Years is a time for a fresh start, a new time in people’s lives, a time for new experiences. That whole new experiences thing took on a whole new meaning a few years ago at a New Years party I will never forget.

Synopsis:They say that New Years is a time for a fresh start, a new time in people’s lives, a time for new experiences. That whole new experiences thing took on a whole new meaning a few years ago at a New Years party I will never forget.

Author's note: This one has some strong themes that might upset more gentle people. Reader discretion is advised.

Yes, Dear

Joseph Fournier was finishing his evening tea when his wife Mary suddenly shouted at him, “Slave!”

He stiffened, and became still. Mary came up to him and waved a hand in his unblinking face. He made no movement, and she smiled. “”Tell me, whose slave are you?” She said.

“Yours” he replied in a monotone.

“It worked!” she laughed. “Go put your cup in the sink, and then come back here.”

“Unsheath the sword, would you lad? Can’t be too careful you see, and you have held the sword already.” Rall did as he was asked, laying the naked blade back down on the bench. Were his eyes deceiving him, or was it a bit more polished now?

We all have our fantasises about a favourite dress or situation we might like to find ourselves in. Well, mine is to be taken to a dinner dance by a smart dressed man.

16 year old Darren Peterman wants to be a middle aged woman named Nancy. In this chapter, Nancy does a photo shoot and prepares for his upcoming date with Tim Moreland. Why is his little brother, Sammy, being so pesky all of the sudden?

Melanie Ezell's big closet ultimate writer's challenge — Henry Harrelson's Custom Fit Boots

Rupert is a successful bank manager and, as his fortieth birthday approaches, he’s hopeful that he’ll be offered a place on the bank’s board of governors.

His wife buys him a generous gift: A pair of boots from Henry Harrelson’s — boots made to fit your feet and your personality. Only these aren’t the sort of boots a bank manager might wear, and the kind gesture promises to turn into a crash and burn career wise, not to mention the affect it might have on his marriage.

Can Rupert salvage anything from the wreckage?

Synopsis:When Robert's lying, habitual stealing, and attitude about women gets to be too much for his mother, she comes up with a Plan to help her delinquent son turn around. .

Band-Aid
 © by Trilliam
2011

Day One

“I'm sorry miss, but we don’t seem to have your luggage” the baggage handler said, frowning over his lists. “But if you two young lady's will wait over there, ”he kindly gestured to some benches, “I will double check."

His kindly manner was all that kept me from complaining about him referring to me as a ‘miss’,well that and I was getting tired of correcting people. I'm going to have to cut my hair I mussed.

Chapter 57: Dave

That summer started to get much better after our little vacation, I took the day off that Thor had saved me and spent all day playing with him. We were in the yard between my house and Sarah's. It was fun, and people kept giving Thor hugs and treats when I told them what day it was.