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Perhaps some heavy sheet of twisted metal, the engine or outer frame of his vehicle. He scoured his memory, trying to recall what he had been doing immediately before he had awoken, but the account came back blank. Like the times he had drunken himself into a blackout, he had clearly lost time; where the memory should be, there was nothing - just a blank void, a gap in the recording.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Chicago. He discovered it wasn’t a dream. A week of asking his parents when they were going back passed, and he got his answer when the truck with their stuff from Pennsylvania arrived. No, it wasn’t a dream, it was his worst nightmare. He wailed, sobbed, yelled, wept; did everything he was capable of. It took him months to realize this wasn’t going to change. The murky grey skies mirrored his heart and he failed to remember when he had last felt happy. Actually, he did remember. How could he not?

"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.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Not very long after the formation of the earth and the seeding of the planet with the Being known as man, thousands of animals were formed by the Great “I Am”, with a direction to roam specific parts of this majestic land. In those days, each animal could converse with man. They would often discuss the best ways to support the land and work together to make each habitat better than when they were first formed.

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

This three-book collection contains stories of first-time shemale experiences for these lucky women. In each case, the women hadn't planned to hook up with a shemale but are turned on by how beautiful, feminine, and sexy the shemales are. Who could possibly resist these incredible women?

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.

Von einer schüchternen Bäckerin auf einer Versteigerung gekauft? Kein Problem. Auf der Hochzeit ihrer Schwester vorgeben, ihr fester Freund zu sein? Ich bin dabei. Ich kann den lieben langen Tag etwas vorspielen, denn ich bin Thatcher Manning, der Kerl, der keine Beziehungen führt. Ich werde einer Frau ein wildes Abenteuer schenken. Zur Hölle, ich werde ihr alles schenken. Alles außer meinem Herz.

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.