The Crescent Crusader
Chapter 2

By Bethany Starr
Thanks to Lilith Langtree for all her help editing and improving this work. This story wouldn't be anywhere near as good as it is now without her help!

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Thank God it's Friday.

The end of the week heralds a break from the routine of daily life. Perhaps more of a break for some than for others...

DRIFTING INTO FEMDOM by Allexcited69
The story is a fabrication of my mind. All names, sites, venues, although they may seem familiar to you are fictional. Only the expression of human emotions, the hardship, the pleasures and frustrations are real. This is the story of a wannabee slave and his circuitous route from attorney into a new reality involving chastity, body worship, humiliation and a new station in life.
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC,
AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE

Looking at Peter as he went down to the stream for water, my heart started thumping and I felt slightly sick. I knew that this would change things forever, but I wasn’t willing to live a lie any longer.

Love

by
Susan Brown

Life’s not a Soap at all.

By Julie Dawn Cole

I never ever give up hope
Cos life’s a story , not a soap.

For what the point if we don’t care,
For we all have days when it’s not fair,

Life is hard but - sometimes fun
Some days it rains, then out the sun,

So I always think the rains a shower
When I’m caught in a darker hour,

Yes never ever give up hope
Our life’s our story , not just a soap.

Julie

Smiling at him she offered her elegant hand as if to pull him up from the water. “Come,” she said, “Dance with me on the waters and lie with me on the sand.”

At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 63 Something about Jessica

‘Is it that Jessica is not your niece and maybe even that she is like me and was not born a girl?’

‘Chrissy where on earth did that come from? Who would say that? Why would you think that?’

‘Well it is just that my family and I were talking about Aunt Judith, my dad and Darren Harper, your dad. We saw somewhere that he had three children and you know that we’d all been wondering if I was his child too.’