In this next Wren Adams tale( actually the first sent to our charming Miss. ); we're introduced to an aspiring web vlogger/internet musician, who finds herself possessed by several spirits of the Halloween season, reluctantly helping them to resolve some final & rather bawdy issues.
With Wren Adams gracious permission, this nicely naughty tease starts off the new adventures of a girl with a uniquely open mind

Martin Fleming meets a watery end, but from beneath the surface something new will arise.

In this still shiny New Year, tis the season for cult vlogger/mind swapped & body possessed YouTube goddess, Wren Adams, to finally get her own fiction series. These ongoing stories will springboard our hapless heroine into a whole new set of adventures, joined by a larger cast of characters, journeying through Time and Space; and other locations beyond the budget of an aspiring internet filmmaker.
So with Wren Adam's enthused blessings, I present to you the first of two tales; where a less than jolly old elf finds Christmas derailed somewhat, as he searches for the true meaning of the season in the strangest places - while trapped within the cuddly body of a quite unusual young lady.

Having put the Vikings to flight Drustina goes in search of her partner Carl the Saxon. After finding him,she learns of the Maigue Abbey treasures being stolen and is successful in recovering them.
Then she learns about 'The Book of Brendan' and resolves to have a closer search to see if the books pages can be recovered.

St Brendan is reputed to have crossed the Atlantic before the Vikings.

 
"I have never taken a mind-altering drug," Lane told me, "but I'm pretty sure
I know what it would feel like. After a night of listening to her crazy stories,
my brain would overload, and my head would spin like a top for an entire day."

 
 
 
It took about 10 minutes for Simon, Andy, and Patrick to get him dressed. He looked like an oversized baby girl in his pink footed one piece hooded sleeper, except his zipped up the back, and locked. Well that and the fact he was handcuffed and manacled.
 
“Well now, isn’t that better? Pastel Pink is definitely you. You are going to Massachusetts. Carol is there with your journal, and your files. I’ve been reading all about your activities. Carol is LIVID that you’ve raped those women. She’s even angrier that you would give her jewelry you stole from those women. I’ll tell you now, IF you see her you better be polite because I KNOW she would gladly cut your very teeny wiene off.”

I pulled my K-bar knife again, and this time I wickedly slashed Maxwell from shoulder to hip.

 
 
Thank you Chelle for your proof reading/editing skills! Of course, any errors are solely mine.
 

----By Nina Adams

Foundations are laid in many respects

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles

by Julia Phillips

014 - Underpinnings

Jimmy Samson was fascinated by gangster films. His big secret was that what he really liked were the gangster's girlfriends, the molls. Secret? Well he fancied being one.

A story based in the English east Midland's coal field in the late 1940s. Warning - there may be some minor language problems but I'm sure you'll work it out.

Another old one. Some of you may have read it before because it's the first story I ever posted but it's been off-line for a long time.

Tyler,Taylor Swap Days Chapter 6

After much preparation and planning, Drustina finally arrives at the scene of the main battle whilst it is in full flow. Her trebuchet proves to be the winning formulae and as the evening shadows are beginning to lengthen, she saves the day for the Hibernian defenders of Limerick.

The following day, whilst searching for her husband and battle companion, she is told of the missing treasures stolen from the Maigue Abbey. She reluctantly agrees to help the monk find the treasure and her good deed earns her and her men an unexpected reward.

Chapter *19*

Friends Squared

“Just you two?” Mrs R enquired.

 
Mr. Lane drew an envelope from his pocket. "I have your birth certificate here.
I know you've never seen it, and there's a reason for that.
This document is yours, and I'm going to give it to you,
but we ought to have a look at it together first, because it needs a bit of explaining."

Chapter One — Discovery.

About fifteen or twenty years ago, I used to travel around greater Boston looking for places that would be friendly when I shopped for my women’s wardrobe items.

I was always discreet and usually wore panties, a bra and luscious stockings or pantyhose under my male clothes. I found several Lady Grace stores that were reasonably hospitable to a cross dressing experimenter such as me.

These were several places that were fun to go to, where the women (and occasionally a man) salespeople were friendly and accommodating. But the selection, while definitely womanly, many times was a bit disappointing.

Then one year I found a very special store in Attleborough, Massachusetts. It was primarily a lingerie store. It was very old fashioned, with plenty of vintage garments, and thousands of pairs of pantyhose and real stockings, as I was told on the phone when I called and spoke with the owner, Anita ...

The Archmage of the Grand court is over two thousand years old and there are very few things that he has done that he regrets. The biggest is the Coin of Abraxis and the trail of sex crazed men and women with amazing bodies that it has left behind.

"So I had it beat. I had friends, a boyfriend, I had gotten into the college I wanted, and I even had it all paid for. I was loved by every single person in my family and nothing else mattered.