Looking for Miss Right on the Interwet...by Allexcited69, how he failed in the class of Ms Napoleon Jill..

Warning: this story is a figment of my imagination. All characters, places, venues are made up and fictional. The story revolves around a lonely Slave looking for Mistress Right on the internet.
Some scenes contain raw language, southern slang, explicit sex and some verbal violence and humiliation. Reproduction of this story is prohibited without the express consent of the Author.

CHAPTER 19
I gave my hair a last quick comb, and buffed up the toe caps of my shoes on the backs of my trousers. Why had I bought flowers? They weren’t good ones, but they weren’t roses. Mam had said that flowers all said things, all had different messages and places and times they were each right for, and roses were making a very clear statement best not said right at the start. It wasn’t really the start, of course, for we had been dancing the blushing two-step for months. Mithering, her mam had called it. Sod it, couldn’t I just be back outside that bloody airfield again?

(Don does a reverse & with Miri impulsively go shopping.)

Choices

Chapter 20

“What!” I practically yelled much too loudly and, after I realized how many heads turned, whispered. “You’re suggesting we go shopping for a dress for our son! Remember. You’re the one who wanted to lock the third floor door. You practically called Dr. Ellis incompetent because he complimented Jack’s hair. You thought I was bonkers for buying him panties. Now you’re all in. Typical!”

Don’t get me wrong.

I pulled up beside Jill when we reached the Salon. She got out of her car, started walking to the door and looked back to see me sitting in my car. She walked over to my car, I rolled the window down. "What's wrong now Princess?" Jill said. I said "I can't go in there, Sharon will see me and so will the other clients." Jill replied "Baby doll it's ok, no one will say anything. Besides I need to give further instructions so you look perfect tomorrow night." She opened the door for me and took my hand, and helped me out. We walked into the Salon arm in arm.

This is a true story that happened to me in the early 80's. The names are changed to protect the innocent.

After surviving an unexpected and brutal encounter with a monster, a young man is drawn into the world of the Val Kyr.

After the tragic suicide of Arianna, a high school aged trans-girl, her brother and her mother, as well as the trans community as a whole, honor her memory and try to find a way to heal.

CHAPTER 32
It wasn’t that bad a drive back, especially as Dad spent most of it asleep. He can be more than a little helpful with advice about my driving at times, the satnav being replaced by the frontseatnav, and his snores were more easily ignored. It is still a bloody long way, though, but as they had left the parental car at our house I didn’t need to make it interminable by going all the way out to Abergwaun. I did the ritual of the milk in the last petrol station before home, and once in Siân did the dance of the kettle.

Chapter *10*
Lily The Pink

When we returned to the Hotel car park, first order was to rack the bikes in the trailer after which we held our debriefing – in the bus as it had started to rain.

“Right then,” Caro ended the discussion, “ let's take a look at the real thing.”

What happens to someone when they become the thing they most fear and loathe? Armsman of Joth by Penny Lane 6: Meeting

Maralin thinks the Duke wants to see him because of his knowledge of firearms. However, when he finally meets the Duke after a day's journey, he discovers the reason is somewhat different. A tense night is spent before the truth is revealed... he has some personal decisions to make.

Well, under budget and on time for once.

Enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij, 2014.