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Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
The next story I'm going to share with you was told to me by Junior Scoutmaster Emma Jeanette Pierce. I'm also going to confess I went a little overboard with the name of the story. I don't apologize for it at all though, mostly because it conjures up perfectly the vibe I want to capture with these stories.
The Ghostly Dancer at the Annual Cotillion Ball
Told By
Emma Jeanette Pierce
Ich hatte schon immer eine Leidenschaft für Hunde, habe bisher aber nie selbst einen gehabt.
Wenn es nach mir ginge, dann würde ich mir einen Golden Retriever zulegen, um ihm dann ein gutes Herrchen zu sein.
Doch leider spielt meine Freundin da nicht mit.
Zwar mag auch sie Hunde und findet auch den Rüden unseres Kumpels toll, ebenfalls ein Golden Retriever, aber für sie selbst kam bisher nie ein eigener Hund infrage.
Cover photo by Jonatan Pie. Downloaded from Unsplash
Marcia is seventeen, and along with Darryl, has moved south in Alaska to attend the Anchorage campus of the Alaska State University. She wants to pursue her dream, but will it pursue her instead?
As is always the case, I'd like to thank Malady for his help checking through this story for the many errors I frequently insert, as well as listening to my sometimes completely crazy ideas about the direction of the story and telling me how crazy they are!
Chapter
8
Saturday,
May 8th,
2023
“What in the hell are you doing here,
Fraiser?!”
Ron Fraiser spun around to face, of all
people, Brandy Coleridge. “Whaddya mean, Agent Coleridge?”
The shopping trip Sunday evening wasn't nearly as bad as John thought it would be. He'd had difficulty at first, thinking at any minute people would start pointing and laughing at him, shouting 'dude looks like a lady' or things like that, but his transformation was flawless once he'd stopped fighting it and just went with the flow.
CHAPTER 4
The weather was holding fine and warm, but there was a cooling breeze coming by way of the gaps around the wagon’s sliding door. Despite the number of men, there was plenty of space to stretch out, but it was clear that nobody at all was looking forward to using the buckets. Dinger had already worked out that he could get his John Thomas out between the edge of the door and the side of the wagon, and demonstrated the practicality of his technique in a way that was extremely copious, as well as deeply satisfying, judging from the sounds he was making as he pissed. Jonty Charlton laughed loudly at the sight.
I always remember my twenty-first birthday. It was a good day and I was happier than I had been for much of my life. I was born as Aiden Ademir Gomez in Barranquilla, Colombia, in the new year of the twenty-first century, or the last year of the twentieth, depending on your point of view and arithmetic.
Boston police were waiting for them at the gate when they landed. There had been an awkward stand-off while Diego called the DPA to confirm that the detectives were actually on assignment as opposed to being there due to possible unseen influence from mind-controlling angels.
Assurances were received and soon Isaiah and the wizard were delivered to a brick police precinct sitting alongside a narrow Boston street. Being Californian all Isaiah could think of as they were ushered past the windowed doors facing the rear parking lot was that a single earthquake could level the entire structure. Given the number of brick buildings they’d passed on the drive there, the entire city had better hope against such seismic events.
Michelle arose before Sam. She went down into the kitchen in her kimono and slippers to get them both some tea and to start breakfast. Sam had offered to cook, but Michelle insisted. It gave her a warm feeling cooking for her man. She had just got the eggs and bacon out ready to cook when Sam sat down freshly showered holding the letter.
"You open it Sam, I don't want anything to do with that monster."
Lunchtime passed by rather quietly. Stephanie, like everyday had prepared a healthy lunch for her and Linda. As instructed by her stepmother this morning though she had to make two big portions one for Linda and one for Stephanie to share with Marcy. Usually Stephanie only got to make a small portion for herself. Stephanie was the one to go serve Linda her food and drink in her office while she and Marcy were expected to eat in the employee lounge.
Brooklyn goes out to celebrate with a friend and gets more than he bargained for when he meets Jeri.
Disclaimer: This is all Rosey Redd's fault, she put the idea in my head. This isn't related to Roberta ME's story. I actually wrote it and put it on my Patreon last week. Be warned: This was written while I was still half asleep and not thinking clearly so the humor and stuff may be a little weird. Thanks to Rosey Redd for the idea, help with editing, and the teaser image.
Despite growing up knowing about the Paranormal and seeing a world that normal people would never see, Seth was as close to a normal human as you could get. Everything would change on the day his father died and his life would never be the same again.
The CCP commit a first strike and get a surprise. Hypersonic missiles are not all they are cracked up to be when confronted with even faster, more agile spacecraft.
Melehan stepped to one side, leaving me in line of sight of his snipers and muttered “Shoot the bitch” into his cufflink. Several seconds passed and nothing happened so he tried again.
Sitting at the vanity in her room, Erica watched the mirror while her aunt finished braiding her hair into two pigtails that came down the side of her head. The costume had been dropped off the day before and fit perfectly. With the shoes, dress, red braided pigtails, and a picnic basket with a small stuffed Cairn Terrier sticking up out of one side, she was the perfect image of Dorothy Gale. Watching her aunt tying off the blue ribbons at the end of her pigtails, she smiled at the reflection, still happy to see her young mother reflected back at her, even through her costume.
John awoke slowly at first, disturbed by his wife's movement in bed next to him. Not quite remembering the night before, he only knew that he felt something he'd never felt before as she snuggled up next to him and wrapped her arm around him once more.
Simon McKenzie started his week normal enough, but after a series of events he now finds himself standing in a bar wearing a cocktail dress. Chapter 16.
Well I can tell you, Sunday was not the best day I have ever had. All I could think of through lunch at Grandma’s was this stupid situation me and Drew had gotten into. I mean seriously, how were me and Drew gonna pass as girls in front of all our mates, one afternoon and some luck and suddenly our fates are sealed.
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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