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In this chapter, Emily navigates a day filled with grief and reflection as she bids farewell to her mother. Amidst the weight of the occasion, small moments of kindness and support from those around her offer glimpses of comfort and strength, helping her take the first steps toward healing.
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Authors Note:
This is a story that I started intending it to be my entry for the BCTS Christmas 2021 Contest. In the end, I decided that it was not ‘Christmassy’ enough so I didn’t submit it.
My Daddy Man
A Little Story written for a sissy fan
By Maryanne Peters
He may not be the best-looking man in the world, or the strongest, but I am his girl and that is all the matters to me.
When I think of all the years I wasted being Stephen sometimes I feel like bursting into tears. Sometimes I do, just because I can. Girls like me cry often. Not tragic tears, just boo hoo tears. I am like a little girl, which exactly how I want to be.
That was one of the longest weeks in my life. I strove mightily to get things in shape so I could take the next week off. With Aida pulling evening shift so she could get the weekend off to meet my parents our only direct contact was last night's comedy. It helps when you're the boss, playing with the schedule is a bit easier that way. Also, her people were excited that she would be meeting her fiancée's parents. They were in on the scam with her parents, but not with the scam with me.
Absurdly, ironically, I wanted someone else to validate my choice;
to tell me whether my desires and feelings were enough,
when it came to making a decision for myself.
Ripper knocks on the old townhouse door. After a few minutes, it opens and standing in the doorway is an older oriental woman wearing a dark gown. A smile appears on her face as she steps aside to let Ripper in.
“What do I owe this visit?” As she shuts the door behind Ripper as she walks in.
Ripper turns around and looks up into Lee’s hazel eyes “I need some advice on how to deal with a supernatural creature and, I could use one of your special massages.” As Ripper steps close to Lee.
I was out the door at quitting time, something that was not all that common. After all, what else do I have to do? Watch the tube, eat dinner, read a book, wash my clothes? Big deal. I liked my job and staying until I found a good place to stop didn't bother me at all.
This was written for the enjoyment of a reader on another site. It is a (sort of forced) sissy story. It contains sex.
Sam’s head spun as he woke up. His mouth felt so dry. He forced his eyes open and immediately took a sharp intake of breath. Above him was a pink canopy. As he blinked, he noticed his long lashes.
He tried to sit up and realised his hand were tied to the bed. He looked down at his body and got his second shock. He saw he was wearing, what he assumed was a dress. He couldn’t see much past his huge breast.
When we got back to the table and sat down we were quizzed by Annette on how we knew Mrs. Butcher, and I said that it had been in a professional capacity in an earlier life.
Annette wanted to know what my profession was and I just said, “Drunkard, but I’m over that now.”
We found out that Mr. Butcher was the Chairman of the Industry Board and the Head of the Building Approvals on the local council. He and his wife were the main organisers of this event and we were told that if we were going to help out everyone was happy with that.
Necromantra was one of the paramount villainesses in the Malibu Ultraverse. This story probes some of the mysteries surrounding Necromantra that went unanswered due to the closing of Malibu Comics in 1996. It continues the Necromantra miniseries published in 1995 by Malibu Comics and reveals the aftermath of those events.
"Oh Lauren, I'm so sorry," cried Aida. "I was just so damn mad at that bitch with her 'bring your fiancé crap. She knew damn well that I don't have a fiancé."
‘Now then Jules let me look at you please. They made a good job of the uniform don’t you agree? Turn around please let me see you from the back. I hope you like it. It looks snug and comfortable. No bumps or VPL to be seen. I don’t think you need to bother changing the trousers to a men’s cut. I recommend you keep that style and fit.’
The following story was told to me by my friend Lana Tiffany Edwards, Lana Edward's grandfather, Elijah Edwards was Benton's undertaker for decades before he passed away from old age. He was also an avid collector of ghost stories. And one of those stories he loved to tell all those who would listen was about a farmer who was expecting his first child, when his child was born he was overjoyed to find out that his exhausted wife had given birth two twin boys. But his joy quickly turned to horror and shame as he noticed that the twins were conjoined.
At this point I have to admit to a certain ambivalence. I had fantasized about making love to Aida more than once, but I chickened out long before she could say 'yes.' At that point the memories of my first - and only - experience with sexual intimacy messed things up. Now she had unmistakably said 'yes.'
What if supernatural beings like Witches, Faeries, Demons, and their ilk are all real? Glen Evanston is about to be caught in their many traps in my new work in progress: Magic, Mystery, and Mayhem a Graphic Novel by Raine Monday
Carl liked the freedom of being jobless, but he could never be one of the homeless. His simple rule was to engage with people, and he was good at that. He told stories that were believed – things like “I had all my stuff stolen – I just need somewhere to stay for a few days until the insurance comes through.”.
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As is always the case, I'd like to thank Malady for his help editing both the text, and the crazy ideas I come up with.Eydie
October
27th,
2015
It
had been a hard night. Eddie had stayed up most of the night, unable
to sleep. He’d tossed and turned, and when he finally did fall
asleep, he had dreams
where he ended up fighting with everyone.
He
hurried downstairs, poured a bowl of sugar-encrusted flaked corn,
filled it 3/4 full of milk, grabbed a spoon, slopped half of the milk
on the floor, brushed a towel off the counter, took a bite of the
cereal, pushed the towel over the spilled milk with his foot, took
another bite of the cereal, kicked the towel in front of the washing
machine sitting in the corner, dropped the still full bowl into the
sink, and hurried out the door.
“Eddie!”
his mom called as the door slammed shut. She hurried to the door and
opened it, knowing the teenager wouldn't respond, but she tried
anyway. True to form, he continued running toward the highway.
Eric thought he was living a reasonable life until a series of calamities broke up his marriage, took his job and put his parents in a precarious position.
When Kevin, his tennis partner in High School, reminds him of the great team they made and offers him the opportunity to turn his life around he has a critical decision to make.
She knew how to treat him - exactly as he deserved...
He made his living meeting women and giving them what they wanted. But what did the woman in the Mercedes want and would he be willing to give it? And if he did, what would he become.
An erotic tale of lust, greed and transformation on the Gilded Coast as a young man looking for a sugar mama finds out what life is like as an object of desire.
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