Francesca Walker

Jackie It Just Feels Right

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

It was that time of year again, spring had already sprung here in the Deep South, flowers all in bloom, the azaleas and rhododendrons tapering off, the daffodils and crocus already done for the year. My wife and I just returning from a planning meeting of the Rancho Verde Country Club. Neither one of us were really the country club type, but both of us joined because of business contacts. Deborah joined because of her client base. She is an attorney mainly handling divorce cases. Surprisingly a lot of her clients were male, although she was not lacking female clients. Her reputation for no non-sense representation of her clients made her popular with either sex. I was a commercial photographer, mainly doing weddings, debutante parties and an occasional private party.

Jo If You Do It First

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Another fight with my wife, the couch probably my bed again, a fate that has happened more often than I cared for recently. This time, we had just got comfortable watching a chick flick on the T.V. when I tried to massage her breasts. She was cradled in my arms sitting directly in front of me. It was only logical for me to reach over and fondle her. This time as before she rejected my attempts and covered her breasts. When we first married it was something that she liked to be done, and I was ecstatic about the chance to play with her boobs. Over the years, I have obsessed over her breasts till recently she has withdrawn them as part of any foreplay.

Terri Nailed In Burgundy Polish

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Mom and I were having another one of our discussions, this one was getting a little more intense than previous dialogues. Our parents had five children, me being the youngest. Unfortunately for me all of my siblings are female ranging from one year older to four years older. If Dad had been around I maybe would have had a fighting chance. Dad was one of the unlucky ones, killed when he stepped on a mine in Iraq. He and seven of his unit lost their lives or were wounded badly that day.

Heather A Model Spouse

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Tonight was a special night for my wife and me. We were celebrating our thirteenth wedding anniversary. We were too young when we married; fresh out of high school and not ready for marriage. There was love there, we met in eighth grade, constant companions, but more importantly we got along as friends. We had a lot of the same interests; music, books and a drive to succeed in anything we did. We were grounded, already looking ahead to careers, jobs and a future.

Jessica Budding Boobies

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I was counting my tips that night, my station cleared and all my tables spotless and set up for tomorrow’s business. We had been extremely busy the last few weeks, waiting on our last customers well after the normal closing time. Tonight was no different; we had managed to get the last customer out the door at eleven-thirty, a full two hours after our regular closing time. The last hour, we also cleaned up and got ready for tomorrow’s business. I always stayed and helped the girls clean their stations as well as mine, just what I normally do every night that I work.

Erin Pasties And G-Strings

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I had been out clubbing again, the only thing that seemed to take my mind off my problems. The problems seemed to be piling up, from my lack of a job to the rent being past due, you name it, and it had gone wrong. My name is Erin Waldrop, twenty-three years old, a college graduate and in trouble up to my neck. I shouldn’t be going out, since the few remaining dollars I did have vanished quickly at a club. The fact that I had given up hope allowed me to forget why I should save any remaining money I have.

Barbara Making The Team

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

To say we were a sports family would be quite an understatement. Both of my parents are P.E. teachers at my high school, that is good and that is also bad. I was smaller in stature than a lot of males, but kept myself in good shape, that is the good part. The bad part is, that I am expected to be the best in any sport because of my parents. Fellow students figured I was a shoo-in for any team, being the son of PE teachers.

Donna Paybacks Can Be A Bitch

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I had built my realty business up from a single office to well over three hundred offices, now I needed to sell the business or find some investors badly before I had to declare bankruptcy. The recent downturn in the economy had hit my company hard, causing me to curtail activities severely. It had not reached the point of laying off personnel yet, but another couple of weeks without an infusion of money would make that a necessity. It wasn’t because I wanted to sell it, quite the opposite. To keep it a viable business I had to get some cash infusion, either by selling the whole business or some part of it.

Patricia Doing It For Love

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I was out with my wife shopping, an ordeal that I was not really comfortable with, but one that I thought necessary. My wife of five years is drop dead gorgeous, but dresses like a librarian sometimes. She has D cup breasts, a 38/28/38 figure and a face that belongs on the cover of fashion magazines. She was a cosmetologist for a while when we first married and knows how to make the most of what she has been born with. Now she is an executive secretary for a prominent lawyer in town.

Brittany Nudged In The Right Direction

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

My sister and I were a product of a dysfunctional family. Our parents had divorced five years ago, my sister living with my Mom, and I was sent off to live with my Dad. One week a year, we got to see the other parent, the stay was often stilted, neither of us knowing what to say or do with the opposite parent. Sis and I would get to see each other for a part of a day, as we exchanged parents, if we were lucky. Now, I was being sent to live with my Mom, Dad is getting remarried, and his new bride is not comfortable with a young man living in the house. In a way, it is probably for the better, the last few months Dad and I have grown farther apart.

Jody A Sister’s Love

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I was being sent to Angela’s for a while. I didn’t want to leave Mom, but she almost forced the issue. I could tell she was still torn apart after losing her daughter, my sister Janey. I don’t think I was much better off than her, closing my eyes I still could see her, her enthusiasm, her caring, her love for everything in life. The accident had taken her from us, the drunk driver that ran into her car walked away from the accident. Life is so god damn unfair. Janey and her best friend were killed in the accident, coming back from shopping at the mall.

Erica A Walk In Her Shoes

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

It was like a fairy tale come true, a lovely romantic evening under a moonlit sky, talk of love and a meaningful relationship, a union of two personalities into a marriage made in Heaven. The conflict that reared its ugly head that night is one that has haunted our relationship for months, never enough to cool the fires of passion, but enough to dampen the spirits. Now, my girlfriend is ready to end the relationship if I didn’t concede to find out what it is like to be her, to walk in her shoes. Maybe a little taste of what I wanted for her would open my eyes, was her request tonight.

Sally Breasts Of My Own

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I earned my living as a consultant, advising people in how to invest their money and hold on to what they had in today’s economy. I purposefully selected only female clients, most males think they know better and do not listen to the advice I give them. Then, when they lose a chunk, they blame me for steering them wrong. I avoid all of that drama by not taking them as clients in the first place. I have managed over the years, to amass quite a few clients, mostly in the upper echelon of business, across a large spectrum of business types.

Debbie Asking A Lot

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I am a recent addition to a work group, its sole function to court and sell a new customer our products. Our company manufactures different female products, from cosmetics to lingerie, and this retailer had withstood our best efforts to get them on board. So our company put together a select group of people with different skills to approach and try to land the customer. All were female except me, my field of expertise not often inhabited by females. I am the numbers person, supplying all matter of statistics to impress and influence sales of our products, yeah right.

Millicent Living The Dress Code

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I was getting dressed after a relaxing hot shower. I was savoring a recent encounter with Cassie. We had met at a company office party for the holidays. I had reluctantly went to the party, my supervisor insisting that I attend; so I made my appearance, planning to leave early. When I saw her, I was immediately fascinated by her, a blonde, fairly tall with a well-proportioned figure. Translation: gorgeous and stacked! I made a point to introduce myself, she was cordial, but no bells ringing or fireworks going off for her apparently. The introduction was one sided, I introduced myself and she shook my hand, that was it as she walked off talking to someone else.

Gloria What To Do With My Purse

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I was setting in the front lobby of the beauty salon, something typical for a late Friday afternoon with me. My wife and I were going to dinner, then to a movie later. Since her salon is on the other side of town, near where we usually eat at, this had become a normal Friday activity. I usually left her at the salon, then spent some time at the mall browsing the stores. Today however it was pouring down rain so I decided that sitting here might be drier and as I found out, the sights were just as delightful.

Alexis Pageant Queen

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

It's amazing how a day that started out so wonderful could turn into such a disaster. My name is Alex, a very thin junior manager in a large corporation. Standing only five-foot-nine-inches tall, and weighing one-hundred-thirty pounds, I barely made a shadow when the sun shined on me. You might be wondering what my size has to do with my problems on this disastrous day.

Darla Fast Pitch To Femininity

Since this story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

We had just moved to the town, Dad getting transferred here to head his company’s local manufacturing plant. It was quite a promotion for him, this particular plant has over five thousand employees, the biggest in the company. The company furnished a home, and of course a company car. Mom was okay with the move, her sister living a few miles to the north, they were already planning side trips and family excursions. Sis and I were not that thrilled, we were happy for Dad, but all of our friends were back at our old home, plus we had been on most of the high school sports teams now we would be starting all over from scratch.

Casey Que Sera, Sera

Since this story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Que sera, sera was a popular song from the fifties, but somehow it is having a big impact on me in this year of 2017. The translation ‘Whatever will be, will be’ along with a few phrases in the song seemed to find their way into my life, and as hard as I tried to avoid them they persisted.

Celene Waking Up Female

Since this story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

My head hurt, eyes felt they were hanging out in the air and my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I blinked several times, the image before me was still blurry and I realized I had no idea where I ended up last night. I was in someone’s bed, I don’t think it is mine since it seemed much softer. It also smelled better, almost like flowers.

Julia Sing Me A Song

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Sis came bounding into my room, out of breath and obviously excited. It was late, almost one AM and she apparently had just returned from her date with Mark. She plopped down on my bed, grabbed my remote for the stereo and turned it down. I stuck my tongue out at her, a normal occurrence between the two of us. She shoved her hand under my nose, and I noticed the ring. I set up and hugged her tightly; apparently, Mark had asked her to marry him, and since she is wearing the ring, she has accepted his proposal.

Lisa Life As A Married Woman

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I had been summoned by my older sister, her voice in panic mode meant that whatever the disaster was, it was serious. I flew in from Vegas, where I have lived for three years now. I had got lucky when I first moved there, the job I managed to obtain was working behind the scenes of one of the casinos big shows. That casual start had led to lots of good things. One of them being able to buy my own house with a few acres just last year. I was now head of the technical parts of the show, the backstage part of it. It was one of the follies shows, mainly a review featuring lots of semi naked females and a couple of singers. Of course, being around all of the gorgeous girls was equally delightful, a plus to the job for sure.

Rose Kick That Leg High

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

Well, it all started about eight months ago, I had been working in Vegas for a little over a month, a transplant from Southern Arizona. I came up here to try and further my career as a dancer. Of course, the chances of getting a job professionally are quite low, but dreams and ideals spur you on to keep trying. It makes it twice as hard when you are a male dancer. The majority of the dancers in Vegas are female, buxom semi-naked females. I auditioned at seven different casinos, each audition went well, but they had nothing to offer me, they would keep my audition tape and let me know if anything changed.

Katrina A Twist Of A Lipstick

This story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

I was out shopping at my local mall, just finishing with the anchor store near where I parked. I wanted something to nibble on and was on my way to the food court. I noticed a large crowd up ahead, more than is usually congregated around the food court. As I approached, it seemed to be one of those survey groups, a lot of young people carrying clipboards actively engaged with passing customers of the mall.

Christy Blackmailed Into Dresses

Editing and inspiration from Chrissy B, a true BFF

Since this story is Fiction, the characters and situations in this story are products of my imagination and not based on any reality.

The first email I received was a shock. It was addressed to Christy. I looked at what email account I had signed on to, then took a deep breath. Someone knew about Christy and had sent an email to my male self.

Christy,
Don’t you just love the new spring fashions? The sundresses are to just die for! Hope to see you in one soon.

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