Cheese, Chalk and Plenty of Pork – Part 03 of 10
by Lin Dale

Synopsis: When Greta meets Gavin at her rich father’s second wedding, she immediately falls in love. But, just like cheese and chalk, he is a beautiful, slim young man and she is heavily obese; she needs to find some way to stop him wandering off. Her father’s new wife has problems facing up to her role as a Lady, so she decides to involve Gavin in a project with certain challenges.

Author’s Note: This story is complete and in ten parts which will be released at approximately daily intervals. It contains items such as crossdressing, non-explicit sex between adults and language typical of that between English adults. If you feel this may offend you, then please do not read.

*-*-*-*- Teek's Mini-Story Collection -*-*-*-*
 

First Snow By Teek © January 14, 2022

Summary: A little girl has a mission as the first snow falls.

Bunnie slowly starts coming around. She shivers from her skin bare skin touching cold metal. She had duct tape over her mouth and her hands were bound behind her back. She notices that she was completely naked, and her head was resting on someone’s body. There was pain coming from between her legs and her head was a little woozy.

Cheese, Chalk and Plenty of Pork – Part 02 of 10
by Lin Dale

Synopsis: When Greta meets Gavin at her rich father’s second wedding, she immediately falls in love. But, just like cheese and chalk, he is a beautiful, slim young man and she is heavily obese; she needs to find some way to stop him wandering off. Her father’s new wife has problems facing up to her role as a Lady, so she decides to involve Gavin in a project with certain challenges.

Author’s Note: This story is complete and in ten parts which will be released at approximately daily intervals. It contains items such as crossdressing, non-explicit sex between adults and language typical of that between English adults. If you feel this may offend you, then please do not read.

Uplifting. Part One

There are so many reasons why I am where, or who, I am now. None of them really mattered at the time but, one by one, they all conspired to trick me into a new life. Not that I mind, though. I am not sure if it would have panned out any differently had I been aware of what I was letting myself into.

She still fit into my arms as well as she ever had.

Operator Side
Adapted from the game “Silpheed” by GameArts

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 7 The Next Shoe Drops

The next local paper came out on Friday and it had an article in it about “What about that Frog?” which took the reader though the other half of the witches spell and had pictures of Tristan giving his presentation dressed in his Tudor garb. It was all right, fair and factual but lifted the lid on the whole shipment of worms.

A Suite of Changes
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The hotel was grander than he had imagined. The lobby was large with glass lift wells going up several stories to reach a high cathedral ceiling with mezzanine balconies and large staircases between them. The reception area seemed a mile away.

Mare's Tales - Chapter 29

My older twins were now virtually twin sisters. We had spent some
important time shopping for Bernadette and she had passed her 'Rite of
Passage'. She now thought of herself as a girl and lived as one despite
having the all-important indicator of her dual sexuality. She mimicked
me in nearly everything and for all practical purposes was deemed to be
a girl. Her new passport had arrived so there would be no problems with
immigration or police.

Chapter Three – The Scorpion Bitch

The climax to this story of intrigue, danger, love and betrayal. Jennifer Jones and Penelope Bishop team up and betray a friend in order to bring an evil criminal to justice but can two women who admire and despise each other so much really reconcile?

Mare's Tales - Chapter 28 - by: Beverly Taff

Despite it being summer, we arrived in San Francisco in a cold dense
fog. To get around the passport problems Bernadette had simply cropped
her hair short and worn a thick sloppy sweater to cover her breasts.
Until we picked up the new passports she was still registered on my
passport as a male child. Her disguise was adequate and she looked like
an adolescent boy as she attended to the sails. Our boat drifted
silently through the mist like a ghost.