Category Archives: Tips And Stories

Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie-Verse Tale, Part Seven

An Indeterminate Point In The Future The sunlight streams through the window, making your dirty blonde locks glow shimmer like a curtain of molten metal. You’re perched naked on a stool, wiggling hot pink painted toenails, music pumping into you from a beat-up iPod held together by tape and a little bit of grace courtesy of Granny Teague’s main man in the sky. “Lookin’ fine as hell

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Secrets of Liberty Mountain: No Man's Land (Chapter 18-19)

Alice and I hurried toward the source of illumination like moths to a flame. A glimmering halo of white light surrounded the hole Alice cut through the snow drift at the tunnel’s entrance. I crawled into the air shaft that she’d excavated and punched through a thin cap of frost at the end and was instantly dazzled by blinding sunshine. “Alice, Come here and take a look, you aren’t going

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Dressing up part 3

It has been nearly two years since my sisters caught me dressing up. Since then my mother had put me on a strict diet and gave me pills to make me into a girl. I have been transitioning slowly and now have a girly figure. I love my round ass and small soft breasts. I now have my own wardrobe with many sexy clothes that I just love wearing. Mom has also made sure that my sisters look after

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Good Neighbours

I saw Miranda across the street as soon as I came around from the backyard. It was a hot, muggy Saturday afternoon on an August long weekend. My neighbour was dressed for the steamy weather in tight little shorts and a string bikini top. Pausing, I drank in that sight with a soft sigh. Miranda was standing over her lawn mower with a sour look on her pretty face. As I watched, she pulled

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Summer Vacation of a Lifetime

My name is Adam Rockwood and I am twenty-one years old, a country boy at heart. My dad was a hard-working logger and I inherited his rugged looks. I wear my dirty blond hair down to my shoulders, which has just a bit of a curl to it. I’m six-foot, two-inches tall, with a muscular build but I have a ruddy complexion that is a turn off to most girls. I did inherit my mom’s icy blue eyes, which

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A Monkey on her Back Chapter three

It was mid-afternoon the following day before I woke up again. I lay for a minute or two whilst trying to focus my mind on what we’d done and almost automatically my hand went down to my groin as I recalled her squirming under me shouting at me to fuck her, ram it in harder and all the many other things she’d said. I was quite apprehensive as I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs, but

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The Swans neck: chapter one

My Mistress was worried; which worried me. ‘Danegyth, this could end badly for us all, you are a clever little thing, can you think of a way in which we could persuade the earl to think again.’ I hated to see my beloved Ealdgyth upset. By common consent she was the most beautiful woman in England. Known as ‘the fair; or ‘swans neck,’ and her husband, the great Godwin earl, Harold, loved

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Army Wife Gets Lonely

When I tell you the bare bones of my marriage, you’ll probably think it’s a stereotype and, in many ways, I suppose you’re right. We met in school where I was Amanda, the head cheerleader and swimming star, and he was Michael, captain of the football team. See, what a conventional image! Anyway, we dated throughout school and, at eighteen years old, we decided to get married. That was

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Caught! The Sequel

Applied knowledge and vision can yield self-liberation. Bobby couldn’t wait to get back to town and tell William (Will) about his adventure getting caught masturbating by two older girls and how they talked him into jerking while they watched him cum. How Suzie had sucked his cock, sharing it with her friend, including his cum! How they had taken some photos holding his dick, and that

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Echo in the Mirror

In silence, I sit and I stare at a ray of sunlight It’s forced its way through the cracks in my window blinds. Blinds meant to block the glow, Meant to keep the radiance out. But, it finds a way to penetrate Cascading down, Etching shadows in the ripples of the wood floor. It wants to rouse me To open my eyes and breathe life into my soul. I run my fingers through the beam, My skin

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