There is a very old saying," Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it." My fathers name had been James Bradley. He had been a CEO of a top Wall Street investment firm. My father didn't climb to the top by being a good guy. He was a total prick who would stab anyone he had... read more
Je savais. En regardant en arrière maintenant, je me rends compte que j'ai toujours su. Je n'ai jamais rien fait à ce sujet, jusqu'à ce que je sois prêt mentalement, émotionnellement et physiquement. Je suis né Matthew J. Smith au milieu des années 70 en Amérique centrale aux États-Unis. J'ai grandi... read more
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à ving... read more
- Chapter One – Our First Meeting - I had two weeks to go before the final degree exams and I was working hard. Perhaps too hard, because I desperately needed a break from the hours and hours of revision. It felt like I just couldn't take in any more detail about Quantum Mechanics or Solid ... read more
It was the very first night of my month long North Carolina July summer vacation stay when my Aunt Meg suddenly entered the bedroom that I was temporarily sharing with my younger cousin Rudy. Being so openly effeminine in his body language,voice and looks, I had already planted such dirty thoughts ... read more
Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles du lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il en profitait un l'été dernier avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un crétin ou un crétin, c'est juste que la vie et la... read more
C'était mardi soir, ce qui signifiait que Lena se préparait pour son cours d'aérobic. Bien qu'elle ne travaillait pas, elle était certainement occupée à construire et à maintenir une vie sociale et à faire en général les choses qu'elle voulait. Il n'y avait pas un jour où Lena n'avait pas fait qu... read more
Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles du lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il en profitait un l'été dernier avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un crétin ou un crétin, c'est juste que la vie et la... read more
It was while cutting across his back trailer park lawn around 7pm on misty July Saturday evening, when I first discovered that Mr. Parker was really a fag. How else could you describe a man wearing a long blonde wig on his head while below he wore only a large somehow stuffed pink lacey woman's bra ... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
Chapter 7 I am guessing it was just over an hour until I heard the door open. It was her again, Miss Sindy Satin my auntie. This time she was wearing just an under bust white satin corset, long boots in satin exactly like mine but in white and her long, white bridal satin gloves and a the ribbon ... read more
Estelle sat before her dressing table, putting the finishing touches to her makeup. She had prepared herself as well as she was able, as her lover tonight was her benefactor – as the kept “whore” of Marcus Smith she owed her whole self to him and indeed, she loved him, but more than that, she loved ... read more
Chapter Five: The Wedding Night I guess it's natural to be full of nerves and second thoughts on your wedding day but I'm not sure how many grooms have the sort of thoughts that I was having on the morning of my wedding. It wasn't that I wasn't very much in love with Gina, my beautiful fiancee, m... read more
Chapter 4 My parents had a letter shortly after from the headmaster Mr. James Allen. I was to head out to CA before the start of winter term to get settled into the dorms and go through orientation. The letter said I should be there no later than December 1st and that they would arrange for me to... read more
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... read more
Although I was over qualified after I graduated and accepted a one as an Internet operations officer for one of the high street retailers. I was offered better jobs but I took the one with the retailers because it paid reasonably well and more importantly meant that I would have to relocate down to ... read more
DEVENIR CUM SLUT Une fois habillé et James parti, Rose demanda: "Vous êtes-vous amusé?" Je hochai la tête. "Oui, bien que je me sente un peu gay." Rose secoua la tête. "Brian," gay "est juste un mot, comme" lesbienne ", ou" faggot "ou" gouine ". J'ai mangé la chatte et demandé aux filles... read more
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... read more
