Chapter 6

Mark’s night ended up being a very restless one. The constant rubbing of his sheets against his nylon covered smooth legs as well as the feeling of the silky material of his panties all around his bottom and chest felt very sensual. He was embarrassed to admit it, but it actually turned him on. The worries combined with the horniness formed a potent combo to keep him awake. He knew that masturbating again would probably solve his problems, but he knew what he had to do when he masturbated so he chose to just endure it.

It only started with me sitting waiting, all ready to go out and Fay looking great as she fastened her ear rings on. An idle comment can have major consequences. I only said 'your dress looks great, those underskirts that make the skirt fill out are back in fashion, they always looked good in those old films.'
Fay smiled at me, 'yes it's new, I bought it last week, glad you like it.'
And then the comment that changed everything 'what does it feel like to wear? I mean the skirt is so full and the underskirts must feel different against your legs.'

Lewis and Melissa are newly graduated college students waiting to get started on their Masters in the fall. They decide to extend spring break to a three week vacation where they can deepen their relationship by sharing the hobby of skiing they have in common with the hobbies they want their significant other to embrace and share.

Chapter 3

Mark woke up to the sound of his alarm with a loud groan. Taking the bus down town would take a lot of time and he had pretty much made up his mind that he couldn’t afford to be late to the appointment, no matter how much he didn’t want to go. He hadn’t set an alarm clock since school had ended but seeing how he was required to be there at 10 am he didn’t have much of a choice today. Usually he slept that late.

Jafar faces increasing difficulty managing the restive Jasmine, even as his ambitions grow ever wider.

Please note this is a fictional and is just a story.

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I had been waiting a while for my sister (Caitlin) to get home from work. shes a bit older than I am and has been working at a clothes shop for a while. Unfortunately for me she's booked the week for early finishes so she can keep an eye on me for the week.

Instinctively, she lay on the floor and put her hands over her heart. She tried to calm herself, but waves of fear kept washing over her. Everything is wrong, she told herself. I’m alone at the butt-end of the universe, and I don’t know what to do.

Carlus scratched his head for a moment, then said, “I get it. You’re the only girl, and you want a friend. But you know -- in spite of how she looks and acts -- she isn’t real. She looks like a person, but she’s not a person.”

Clearly, something was up. At the very least, the miners were snubbing her. No one came to visit. No one came to say hello. No one even bothered to come stare at her or wave at her through the glass.

Did they not want her here?

From the newsgroup days before BigCloset, I've pulled out one of my old stories, rescued from ASSTR for reposting to BCTS.

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Chapter 04
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Mortar Mage ran into the lab as fast as he could. Someone with both teleportation and super speed couldn’t move fast enough, he thought. If what he feared most was true then there was never such a thing as fast enough.

One of the lab’s rooms was a holding area for a series of freezing tubes. Mortar saw that the tanks were in one piece, and that they continued to hold all of the androids within them, one in each corner of the room. He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

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Chapter 03
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Outside of the safety barricade around the Paragon Power Plant, news crews gathered at first light; even if that first light was a guard lighting up a cigarette.

They found and practically bombarded Diamond Grace when she arrived on the scene. Their questions were numerous and difficult to pick out, but Diamond Grace answered what she could while making her way to the barricade.

Two evenings later when Michaela, in Michael mode came home from work, he was looking very cheerful and whistling as he came through the front door.

“Eve, I've got some good news for you, well I hope it's good news.”

Late one Saturday night in the new year, Jonnie had been working, and Mr. E. was taking him back to the hostel when he heard over the radio, “Dynamite! Dynamite! Dynamite! Yanky forty-six is in front of the Square Edward and one of the bros has a knife at his throat. Dynamite! Dynamite! Dynamite! Yanky forty-six is in front of the Square Edward and one of the bros has a knife at his throat.” He knew dynamite was the drives’ emergency call for help, though he had never heard it in use before, and wondered what was going to happen, if anything.

WARNING – This is a disturbing account of child abuse. It is based on a reality many would prefer to pretend didn’t exist. The language used in this chapter is the language that would have been familiar to and used by Waverley which is very different from that used by Bling and Suzie in the last chapter.

This story is a continuation of Petes sad story of betrayal by his wife Jackie and had him sold to a sadistic porn company that make shim star in pain type punishment and feminization films. They start to realize here that it isn't as it first seemed and there was more to Pete than they thought. This is probably one of my least popular stories but its still one I enjoy.
Chapter 2

How “the game” began.

By the time their ‘game’ began neither boy could remember how today’s events came to be. Was it a Truth or Dare consequence; a lost video game contest? The truth is they both WANTED to play their ‘game’. An excuse would let them justify doing what they wanted to do anyway – wear panties, apply and wear makeup. The motto of their game was “Whatever you do to me I get to do to you.” It seemed fair.

The following morning, Jamie took the train back to Soho. He was due at the nightclub at ten o'clock, but he arrived about nine-thirty. He stood around on the pavement for a few minutes, then decided to try the door, and it swung open. He walked into the gloom inside.

Pferde waren schon immer meine große Leidenschaft, obwohl es für Jungs wohl eher ungewöhnlich ist.

Bei Pferden denkt man doch eher an Mädchen, die sich liebevoll um die Tiere kümmern und ihre Freizeit mit ihnen verbringen.

So war es jedenfalls auch bei mir, dass ich jede freie Minute auf dem nahe gelegenen Reiterhof meine Freizeit verbrachte.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, die Pferde könnten mich verstehen und würden spüren, wie es mir geht.