It was a nice sunny afternoon and there was many students on the lawn behind the student union enjoying basking in the sun. While these kids were making sure that their youth was not wasted on the young, Lilith sat on a bench with a thundercloud over her head. The cloud became blacker and the lighting louder as she watch the young ladies flaunt their bodies to flirt with the men. It sicken her that the coeds only had one technique which worked.

I ran across campus to the dorm parking lot; hoping that maybe he went with Danny and left the car…even though I still didn't have a license. The car wasn't there and I had to wonder if I could run four miles or so to the hospital, across a bridge filled with heavy traffic. I decided I could that and possibly swim across the Tennessee River if push came to shove.

Castle Freak: Part 2 2700 Words

Getting To Know Crew

by

Rodford Edmiston

"Hmmm..." said Uncle Quatrus.

"'Hmmm...'? repeated Daryl, concerned. Perhaps because the large man seemed to be staring at her chest.

"Hmmm..." Quatrus repeated, nodding. He straightened, which let Daryl relax a bit. "Quite interesting. Do you happen to know why she chose this particular form?"

Darvel High, Darvel Washington
"Are you sure you're ready for this Leigh?" Mom said.

She'd pulled up right outside the front gate of Darvel High. It was a warm day, and many of the students where still sitting on the front lawn, waiting for the bell to ring.

A young man trying to make a living is confronted with a part of his past returning to haunt him. This is a much reviced and improved version of The New Daughter that I posted earlier. I hope it is more enjoyable.

This is my first attempt at complete fiction. I know I'm not the best storyteller but please give this a chance. I don't know if/when I'll finish it but if it's not going well it'll fall silent and forgotten.

He had spent decades in denial about his true self. He was trying hard to fight his feelings but the battle was lost. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to be true to himself.

He was a woman inside. He was a she. His whole life was a sham, one desperately covered up in a false veneer of masculinity and dangerous actions.

Sex.
That was one thing Emma had neglected all her life. She had turned 20 a while ago and had only done the act a handful of times.
But ever since she felt pain, fear and pleasure at the same time as Andrew rammed into her repeatedly, she couldn't get enough.
She felt complete. And why wouldn't she? She was all woman now.
Her C cup breasts were larger than she was used to but she was getting used to them everyday. And Andrew seemed to like them so she flaunted them.

If you look exactly like your sister, never say "yes" when she asks you for help...

The Other Woman – Part Five

Continuing the story of how a wife meets the other woman in their lives, who happens to be her husband.

This story is dedicated to my friend and fellow author Warm Hearted, who has called me his cheerleader.

We have become good friends and confidants, sharing comments and ideas on our stories as well as messaging and emailing each other regularly.

Continuing with the weekly postings of the GPR3 draft.

Initially it was a surprise, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made to me.

The Cat Princess was a mechanical, remote controlled body.

A foreign Princess has arrived at the palace and Milsy is called in to assist, as she is the one most familiar with the visitor. What she discovers causes confusion and embarrassment to all.

What Milsy Did

by Penny Lane

24 - Culture Shock

Mirrors aren’t known to be forgiving, but with some effort they can warm to you. I laid out my brush and straightener, foundation, concealer, eyeliner, and lip gloss; they were but a handful of tools required to scrub the ‘boy’ away.

It was by luck and her Mom’s difficulty with stairs that Tanya landed the master bedroom, complete with walk-in closet and bathroom ensuite. The running joke was she had more space than she could use, and no incentive to leave for college. For a high school girl and her not-cisgender friend, however, it was the ideal refuge.

A short story...

This idea for this story was inspired by a very gracious and sweet comment left by Laika – AuP

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

Julie Banner’s feet were in pain so she left the nightclub early that night. With it being 1 A M her prospects of getting what she wanted were quickly diminishing. The lady who wanted action knew no one one new was going to show up. and none of the men at that meat market was worth her feet throbbing. Now if there was some grade A prime stud she could get then she would not even notice the pain those 6” fuck me heels gave her. she would be working her magic to get them in bed.