Mature / Thirty+
Anything from 24 up or 30 up, depends how you figure things.
Submitted by JulieDCole on Wed, 2012/02/08 - 11:33am
The girl inside
By Julie D Cole
As I looked into the mirror it gave me quite a fright,
I’m getting old, an aging man and it’s not a pretty sight.
My hair is limp my face is drawn and as I took a look down there,
Where’s it gone, it’s hard to say, with all this body hair.
I stood and stared for ages, not a pretty sight at all,
Reflecting on my life so far, then at a picture on the wall,
A woman in her prime of life, her beauty plain to see,
A picture taken years ago, Mmm was that really me?
Submitted by Andrea Lena DiMaggio on Tue, 2012/02/07 - 9:13pm
Took a sad song of one sweet evening*
I smiled and quickly turned away.
It's not easy singing sad songs
But still the easiest way I have to say.
Submitted by Beverly Taff on Tue, 2012/02/07 - 5:09pm
A Chapter where Briony and Rachel bring Daphne home to the relative safety of Plas Glas.
The Welsh Mountain Ram 21
Briony... Betrayed wife and mother.
Sion... Her eight-year-old son.
Ellairy... Her nine-month--old daughter.
Arfon... Brionys’ abusive and unfaithful husband.
Dave Cadwalloder... Welsh bachelor hill-farmer.
Jenny and Lassie... Daves’ sheepdog bitches.
Laddie... Daves’ sheepdog.
Jessica and Pansy... Daves’ sows.
Angel... Daves’ mare.
Gabriella (Gabby)... Angels’ foal (Gift to Sion.)
Elsbeth... Briony’s sister.
Daphne... Daves’ ‘girlfriend’
Submitted by JulieDCole on Mon, 2012/02/06 - 8:33pm
Chapter 13
I picked up a bra and pantie set and was looking at the price when an a
ssistant asked if she could help. ‘What size are you looking for Madam. Can I help you.’
‘I had absolutely no idea.’
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Submitted by grover on Mon, 2012/02/06 - 9:09am
I giggled as I raised the spinning mower blade all the way up and put it into forward. In front of me the Gardener laid vainly trying to roll out of the way. He wouldn’t make it. Absolutely amazing the poisons found in ordinary household products.
Submitted by dorothycolleen on Sun, 2012/02/05 - 2:30pm
Phobia
Ever been scared of something?
Not just a little scared, but turn-white-and-faint, heart-caught-in-your-chest and soil-your-pants scared?
I had something I was that scared of as a kid. Something that made The Monster In The Closet or The Thing Under The Bed minor inconveniences in comparison.
It was a girl.
It was THE GIRL.
Not that SHE looked scary, or creepy, but just the fact SHE existed at all.
Because SHE was inside my head, always after me to let HER out.
Submitted by Jan on Sun, 2012/02/05 - 11:46am
"To the Moon, Alice!"
Chapter 9
by Janice Dreamer
Copyright © 2012
Chapter 9
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May 30, 1960 Memorial Day, Washington, D.C., Evening
Submitted by TGBear on Sun, 2012/02/05 - 7:19am
A Mother’s Love
By TG Bear
Chapter One
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
“You wanted to talk Robert. So, I’m here.”
“Am I doing the right thing?"
"That’s a simple question with a very complex answer. And I’m not sure I have the right answer.”
“That doesn’t matter, as much as you’re letting me talk about it.”
“Then, why don’t you know this is the right thing?"
"I... look, I’m your son. But... I should have been your daughter. I know it my heart and mind, I’m a woman. That, this way, I’m living a lie.”
Submitted by Kristina L S on Sun, 2012/02/05 - 12:09am
Open Mic Night
by Kristina L S
Stage fright? Are you kidding? Yeah... I know I can do it, but can 'she' do it and cut it instead of him? Let's see what real people think eh.
Submitted by Andrea Lena DiMaggio on Sun, 2012/01/15 - 5:10am
Submitted by D.A.W. on Thu, 2011/09/08 - 10:42pm
Incompatible: Birth of a Spellbinder
Ragnarok Rising Part I
by D.A.W.
The world is not without irony, as evident by my life. I was born Thurston Olaf Steenberg and grew up hating the Spellbinders and all that they stood for. I lived more than thirty-five years as a simple man. Had I been allowed to continue on that path I would have died an insignificant nobody who would not have gained so much as a footnote in the history of the world. It was only by becoming what I hated most that I was able to transcend my humble beginnings and do good in the world. The following is the story of my origins. It is not the story of my birth, but of my rebirth. It the story of how I became Aryanna Morgana Le Fey.
Submitted by Beverly Taff on Sun, 2012/02/05 - 3:23pm
This chapter describes events after the incident.
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2012/02/03 - 2:23pm
The Chronicles of Atlantia: The Cop, the Villain, and the Wet Work: Episode 01
by Abigail Drew
inspired by Erin Halfelven’s Girlery
March 29, 2011; 5:45 PM:
“Ten-ninety at Citizens on West Main, ten-forty. Ten-ninety at Citizens on West Main, ten-forty. Ten-ninety at Citizens on West Main, ten-forty.” started blaring over the police radio just as Bill and I turned onto West Main from South Ninth West. We had been on regular patrol for the downtown area since early morning and all had been quiet until now. A “ten-ninety” is police code for a bank alarm, a “ten-forty” means respond quickly. Citizens Bank was the most major bank in town, seated at the corner opposite the courthouse at First and Main.
Submitted by SaraUK on Fri, 2012/02/03 - 11:11am
You Have It All Wrong Four
By SaraUK
Part 4
Submitted by cyclist on Fri, 2012/02/03 - 10:51am
CHAPTER 58
“What next? I suggest we prepare some sort of announcement”
I looked at him, wondering if he meant that I should make a tour of the various offices and cubicles. He was typing, though.
“I am drafting an e-mail for general distribution, and I am going to add a reminder that the Department has some very strict rules on diversity and equality, not to mention bullying. Here is my position, Mi…ss Carter. I do not like this at all. This is disruptive and abnormal, but I am as bound by the rules as any other staff member. I will not, CAN not, offer you my best wishes, but I can assure you that the niceties and the rules will be respected. Do we understand each other?”
Submitted by Beverly Taff on Fri, 2012/02/03 - 1:38am
The new year celebrations commence and Briony finds much enjoyment at Daphne's club. They are enjoying a quiet momen on the front balcony when calamity strikes.
The outfit Daphne was wearing. (Modelled by Bev.)
(P.S. I am NOT 6'8" tall!!! That doorway is only 5'7" high. Don't even begin to ask who lives there but it was a private party. I've go some strange friends. XXX Bev.)
Submitted by Beverly Taff on Wed, 2012/02/01 - 4:01pm
A chapter that describes the New-years-eve preparations before the party at The Melancholy Pussy.
The Welsh Mountain Ram 18
Briony Betrayed wife and mother.
Sion Her eight-year-old son.
Ellairy Her nine-month--old daughter.
Arfon Brionys’ abusive and unfaithful husband.
Dave Cadwalloder Welsh bachelor hill-farmer.
Jenny and Lassie Daves’ sheepdog bitches.
Laddie. Daves’ sheepdog.
Jessica and Pansy Daves’ sows.
Angel Daves’ mare.
Gabriella (Gabby) Angels’ foal (Gift to Sion.)
Elsbeth Briony’s sister.
Daphne Daves’ ‘girlfriend’
Submitted by terrynaut on Tue, 2012/01/31 - 11:57pm
Vacation in Hell
by Terry Volkirch
This story ponders the depths of hell to which so many of us subject ourselves to and offers a possible way out.
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Submitted by Bronwen_Welsh on Tue, 2012/01/31 - 5:11am
A Foreign Country
A novel by Bronwen Welsh
Part Two Chapter Thirteen How do I love thee?
Submitted by poetheather on Mon, 2012/01/30 - 1:52am
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300 Rains
By Heather O’Malley
Geoff was an Anthropologist studying a newly discovered tribe in the Amazon. After getting a bit more involved in the tribe, he joined in on a sacred ritual. That is where things began to go very wrong and spiral out of his control. Now the tribe is gone and he is left with making sense of this until the tribe returns in 300 rains.
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Forty-two
Submitted by Abigail Drew on Fri, 2012/01/27 - 5:58pm
The Chronicles of Atlantia: A Foreword by Officer Thom "Mara" O'Meara
by Abigail Drew
inspired by Erin Halfelven’s Girlery
Submitted by SaraUK on Fri, 2012/01/27 - 9:00am
You Have It All Wrong Four
By SaraUK
Part 3
Submitted by Maeryn Lamonte on Wed, 2012/01/25 - 3:57am
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Toymaker
by Maeryn Lamonte
Caution with this one – Hopefully the picture will give you some clues that it's not entirely wholesome in places. This one's a little bit horror. It's also more science fantasy than science fiction, so please don't get on my case about how impossible it all is.
Todd Rains has just arrived on a frontier world, looking for a place he can breath without being told when and where he's allowed to, but there's something a little off with this world. Is it the paradise he's been looking for or has he jumped out of the frying pan into a very hot fire? |
Submitted by cyclist on Mon, 2012/01/23 - 11:39am
CHAPTER 55
Fossy (remember that, Jill, I told myself) looked shocked, and for the first time in all the decades I had known him there was a hint, a suspicion, of fear. There was a perceptible pause before he answered.
“Why do you ask, Stewart?”
Submitted by WannabeGinger on Mon, 2012/01/23 - 3:07am
First time…..
Musings from WannabeGinger
The worst possible scenario had happened. Why oh, why had I not explained about my dressing before now? Before marriage even? Too late to control the way the news was received. Life in ruins. How can anyone possibly recover what is so precious after such a stupid mistake?
Chapter 26 – Once discovered, never trusted
Submitted by Charlotte on Sun, 2012/01/22 - 10:05am
When Mike's wife, Sue, wins a weekend break for one in Scotland, it suited both of them that Mike should go instead. The problem was that the organisers wouldn't let her change the name on the ticket. Fortunately, Sue had a ready solution: Mike could simply pretend to be her.
Things may have been less eventful if Sue hadn't purchased such a large pair of false breasts for him. As it was, the new Mrs Susan Martin found she had a number of admirers, to whom she had great difficulty in saying, 'No.'
This story contains adult themes, and is entirely fictional.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: My very first Big Bust story was published in 2002, and products from the Big Bust shop have continued to feature in many of my stories ever since. Set in the fictional English seaside town of Seacombe, Big Busts products are considered state of the art by men who want to look like women, even when naked.
To celebrate Big Busts' tenth year, I have decided to republish all my Big Busts' stories which are not already on Big Closet, which I'll do at intervals throughout the year. The stories are not being published in chronological order, but are intended to give a mix of different types.
Like most of my stories, this is meant to be out and out fun (and I don't think there's enough of it on this site). Whether you're a new reader of my stories, or you have read them before, I hope you sit back and enjoy, without becoming too serious about it all.
Submitted by trismegistus_shandy on Sat, 2012/01/21 - 6:21pm
Some of us were glad to have a few dozen more male bodies
in the mix, so we could be of our preferred sex more often;
but by then I think most of us were starting to get used
to femininity — if we did not enjoy it, at least we had
stopped complaining about it.
Submitted by Bronwen_Welsh on Sat, 2012/01/21 - 12:33am
A Foreign Country
A novel by Bronwen Welsh
Part Two Chapter Ten Where the seasons come and go
'And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,'
From “Clancy of the Overflow” by A.B. “Banjo” Patterson
Submitted by cyclist on Wed, 2012/01/18 - 10:16am
CHAPTER 54
They flew down in the end, and it was a serious crowd at the airport. Rachel and Larinda did the driving, as well as the accommodation, but in the end I had given up on the idea of having so many people around one table and booked a corner of the Dysentery, the inevitable nickname of the Dynasty Chinese restaurant. Will had called a favour in from a friend, a pretended sleepover, and would be on the train for the meal. Mats, sleeping bags, spare beds, we finally found enough nooks to fit everyone in, helped by that fact that several were sharing.
Submitted by Anon Allsop on Wed, 2012/01/18 - 9:24am
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of the imagination. Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
- Rod Serling
Max Kleebler has inherited a lovely old vacant building from his Uncle. Little does Max realize, the house also comes with its own inhabitants...players in a deadly triangle of love and murder. Enter now...down a sleepy little tree lined lane, where sits the Mooring House, firmly ensconced in the center of...THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
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