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"The light from the fire against the tent cast some strange shadows, but nothing out of the ordinary, as Tony whispered that it was probably Bumi going to pee in the foliage. Leaning slowly to one side I raised the flap of the tent and stared out. Panic gripped me when I suddenly realized that the tent opposite, Bumi’s tent, was empty. Not only that, but his backpack was missing. Why would he take his stuff if he’s just going to pee? I asked myself and then Tony, out loud. In response he told me not to panic. Surely wherever Bumi had gone he would be back by morning".

Enjoy this short romatic story by Zorella C Tyanne. “A boyfriend? Ella Murphy, our Ella Murphy, has a boyfriend"? “Yes. Soon she’ll have a husband...and kids...and dogs, and you’ll be busy acting like you’re fine with it. What a shame, you won’t even get paid for it.” Andy sighed dramatically. “Can you cut it out for a second and tell me more? I’m dying here”. “You would know if you had an account on Instagram, like I keep telling you to. Paps caught her having dinner at a fancy restaurant last night. Look at what she’s wearing. Definitely a date".

She nodded as she continued to apply the lipstick on his lips. “Of course I did. But I cannot allow it to distract me. I have to make sure you are going to look good for tomorrow.” When she was done, she stood apart to look at him. Paul stood up from the floor and looked at his wife. “How do I look?”

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

The choice of bringing a book out of the dustbin of history and making it more easily available to the general public should be an easy decision, right? Not in the case of The Wonderful Electric Elephant written by Frances Montgomery. Listeners can hear exactly what Frances Montgomery wrote and decide for themselves what they think of it. Parts of this novel are a vile stain on history and society. But, I must also add that she wrote some innovative ideas and had some imaginative concepts which were ahead of her time.

In reality, in real actual life, that kind of magic doesn’t belong to one group and the object doesn’t have to look like them at all. It doesn't even have to look like a person. As long as you wish, dream, and know hard enough, it can be anything. A stick, a leaf, a piece of fruit, a candle. My grandmother used to do with an egg. She would write the name of the person onto the surface of a hen’s egg and then...picking up a rock, she would smash - Smash! Smash! - the top, so that it fractured and dented, yolk spilling and oozing out everywhere!

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx: "Standing in a room filled with sharp and heavy objects I had seen some form of I don’t know what, an apparition? A ghost? Yet, I had not been harmed. Standing stock still, I considered. In those stories, those urban legends and public warnings about the dangers of discarded appliances there was no malevolent element, no wicked long toothed demon emerging through the wires. Shaking my head and sure that I would probably regret the decision, I did possibly the bravest and possibly the stupidest thing I have ever done. I went back into the room".

"Once she was outside, she closed the door and hurried through a corridor. On her way to her office, she met another lady who was a brunette. She was dressed in a black suit. She frowned at Delores. “For goodness sake, where the hell have you been?” Delores shook her head. “Lucy, where else do you think?” Lucy frowned. “The ladies?” “I wish that was where I went to. But no. He sent for me.” “He?” She nodded hastily. “Mr. Tommy.” Lucy wrinkled her nose. “My goodness. That beast. And I am sure he didn’t call you for anything official"....

His first response was to look around. He was afraid for himself, for Dame, but he didn’t scream. He assessed his situation, looked around, and that’s when he laid eyes on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Greg knew what he was going to do to while away the time. He put back the items into the box, and took it out of the basement into the living room. Once he got there, he peeled away his singlet and beach shorts. Now he was stark naked.

A chance encounter with a beautiful woman begins a five-year journey of discovery for a 21-year-old orphan and his 33-year-old mentor. Both navigate life's twists and turns. Both want to find the right soul mate for the other, not realizing that perhaps the unique relationship they share is the true love they have both been wishing for all along. Please Her introduces us to a procession of fascinating women each with their own hopes and fears, each seeking the courage to transform their lives, and the one man they all share in common.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Sound interesting? The author thinks so, too! Listen to Besties Bachelorette Party and experience the compelling world of crossdressing erotica.

Jack loved his father, but he hated his family meet ups...because of his mother, an imposing narcissist who relished making his father’s life miserable. But despite that, the man loved her. Jack had figured out long ago that he was the way he was mostly because of his mother. He inherited the domineering personality from her.

With the wedding preparations fully underway, Jane is feeling rather overwhelmed by it all. She has no choice but to help with certain parts of the organization, and she has to do the one thing that she never had anticipated she would do; try on wedding dresses. What some might have perceived as one of their greatest days out, Jane was dreading it as though it were a dark day for her. Charles can’t wait to get through the day and get it over and done with.

Women are lining up to tell you how to be a real sissy! Some of them give you advice, others talk you through encounters with guys, and some are just plain mean to you. Either way, you're a sissy and you love nothing more than trying to get recognition from real women! In this book, you meet a lawyer who's trying to get you out of a sissy crime, a friend who's telling her boyfriend about your sissy side, a therapist who tells you to go for your sissy dreams, and a web developer who's helping to make your sissy website.

Come listen as five different women help you to become the sissy you've always dreamed of being. Feminization, humiliation, control, and feminine tips aplenty in this sissy story with adult themes! In this story, you'll have to explain your sissy purchases to the company accountant, try to get out of trespassing with a security guard after a sissy night out, call a sissy hotline, tell your interior designer about the secret sissy room you want to build, and speak to a matchmaker about getting on a dating site as a sissy!

“No, please, don’t thank me. I am only stating a fact here. My goodness. Are you sure you are not on the menu?” She nodded. “Yes, sir. I am very sure of that. But I know that you would find some exciting delicacies from Italy that would tickle your fancy.” He licked his lips again. “I would have loved you to tickle me in some places. What is your name?” She bit her lower lip. “Anna.”

I wiped the sweat of my face and the fear that I felt in my dream was translated into reality when I noticed something on my arm. There were marks around my wrist that eerily resembled the exact spot Randy grabbed me. I wanted to fool myself and think that it was just a crazy coincidence, but I could clearly see the mark of his long fingers.

When I get dumped a few days before my dream wedding, things can’t get any worse, until I find out my ex is dating my very own step-sister. I want revenge. I was saving myself for my wedding night, but there is no wedding now. What if I give myself to the person my fiancé is closest to - his devastatingly sexy French father?