I am truly sorry I haven't been around or contributing tales. You know all those people who say they have no life? Well...the miserable curs gave them all to me!!! With so many family obligations and my work, I barely and rarely have time to even write a sentence or two. Sometimes, when it's slow and I have two or three minutes to myself, or I'm having yet another sleepless night, I do manage to take a peek at some of the tales being posted.
Okay...so...I try to be accommodating to my readers and I write this suppositional little tale based on 'Coming Out'. It is not a part two. The tale ended just where it should have; with a question. Now not only is it listed as a continuing chapter...but it has a different name. Derp!!! Someday I'll figure this all out.
I am currently in the midst of another massive literary undertaking when I got the urge to take a break. I felt the need to write a little tale about coming out. There has been much in the news this past year or two about various people coming out about their sexual, and gender, choices. I have always had strong opinions about coming out but I’ve yet to really set something down in words. Thus…this new tale.
Edited and Proofread by Alison Mary and Andrea Dimaggio;
Artwork by the Incorrigible Belle Mead
Author’s Note:
This little tale would definitely not have been possible without the help of the above mentioned ladies and their staff.
This tale is dedicated to all those who have ‘little secrets’ and unyielding families
Edited by Alison Mary and Andrea DiMaggio
Artwork by Belle MeadeForeword - This tale was inspired by Les Joyeux by…who else…Drea.
Therefore this tale is dedicated to her.
I have just finished a two year commitment, packed up my belongings, and am in the process of starting yet another new life. This will be my third. Tomorrow, the new love of my life (read "Second Chance")will arrive and we will embark on a getting reacquainted cruise for one week. After that we will directly fly to Boston and then on home to Ireland.
Along with continuing thank yous and blessings to Drea and her extraordinarily talented staff, I wish to express my deepest thanks to Khadijah for reviewing this part and making very constructive and informative comments to add to the theme of this tale. May one thousand blessing be hers and may she know only peace. This part of my tale is dedicated to her.
Edited and Proofed
by Drea DiMaggio and Alison Mary
Artwork provided by
the Incorrigible Belle Meade
...I knew what had happened. As one of the cops approached me and started to speak to me, I heard not a single word. I merely saw his mouth move as tears began to fall from my eyes.
I remember little else from that evening other than finding myself in my old room, now occupied by Corie, and Kate alongside me in the bed. Owen and Meg were gone. We would never be able to speak, or touch, or laugh, or cry with them again. My life, and Kate’s, as we knew it, had come to a most bitter end.
Edited and Proofread by
Andrea Lena DiMaggio and Alison Mary
Artwork Provided by Belle Meade
Author’s Note: When I first wrote this little tale, I thought of entering it in the Romance contest. Somehow, due to my negligence, this wasn’t done. I wish to do so now so that should anything become of it, the ‘team’ of Andrea Lena DiMaggio, Alison Mary, and Belle Meade get the recognition they truly deserve.
On this special day of spirituality, I wish to be thankful for my 'cyber family'. Thank you Drea and Alison, commonly referred to as Mom and Gram. Without your support and wisdom, and good will, my little world would simply be filled with the pain of others. You have provided me with the love and advise that I haven't had in quite some time.
May you both have strength, full days, and all the blessings this life can provide...
A grateful, emotionally overcome, lil' Irish Brat
And to the friends I've made in our little community, I pray that your words never cease.
I've only now learned of the departure of Margaret Jeanette, a prolific writer whose work appears on FM. I have, on occassion been entertained by her work and am saddened that our small community has become somewhat smaller, and dimmer.
She passed on Feb. 4th and requested that her body be buried with a smile, and that laughter permiate the celebration of her life. I urge those who might be interested to read the details at the beginning of her last story.
In the event that this has gone unnoticed, I’ve acquired a ‘family’ here. ‘Acquired’ is a weird way to describe it. I’m not sure whether I found them or they found me. However, my family away from my family is quite complete. I have a mother, sister, brother, and father all in one person. I also have a Grandmother way down under (Hi Gram). I should write her more frequently but often time is a problem. So I sneak in behind her comments simply to let her know that I am there and thinking of her.
Last night marked the traditional Celt New Year's Eve. So that they might entice new adherants to the 'new faith', early Christina disciples would incorporate Pagan holidays into the religious calendar and give them 'new names'.
Last evening also marked the first anniversary of the departure of the two of the three closest and most beloved souls in my meager life.
Ellen knew exactly what she was seeing, and feeling. It brought back so many memories of when she first began to transition mentally into whom she is today. Suddenly a giggle broke through her thoughts. It came from Sonja. Ellen pursed her lips, crossed her arms, began to tap her toe on the wooden floor, and glared at Sonja.
The wife turned toward Ellen to ask again what she thought about her choice for the rest of the day and into the evening. She saw the look on Ellen’s face and how Ellen had now placed her hands on her hips as she stared at Sonja.
“Lay me doon in ta caul caul groon. Whaur afore monie huv gaun. (Rep)
When they coom a wull staun mo groon. Staun mo groon al nae be a fraid.
Thoughts awe hame tak awa mo fear. Sweat an bluid hide mo veil awe tears.
Ains a year say a prayer faur me. Close yir een an remember me. Nair mair shall a see the sun.”
“Sgt. (Charles S.) MacKenzie” By Joe Lina MacKenzie Mod Scott. as done by Clainne An Drumma
Gone was the flamboyant blond in the micro dress with the enormous breasts and the four and one half inch heels. Gone was the slightly overdone dramatic theatrical make up. What remained was a somewhat stately, calm and in control, statuesque beautiful woman.
The husband grinned that warm fuzzy feelings grin as Ellen slid out of the booth and greeted him with a brief kiss on the lips, “Well…this is certainly a different you today. You look absolutely wonderful!”
“You danced several dances with him and each one was more…provocative then the one before it. You were grinding your ass against his crotch and then you shoved your crotch at him as though there were a place to put his package in your front. It was truly quite amazing to watch. You really got into character.”
“What do you mean? I ‘got into character’?”
“Well, you were dressed like a woman and were reacting to the men as a woman might…”
Author’s Note: I must confess that I am a wee bit of a thief. I ‘borrowed’ this tale from an author on Crystal’s Story Site. We had corresponded and I was asked to read some of the tales. I chose “The Red Dress”. The author is Lauran Travis. I became fascinated with this tale not for what was written, but for what was between the lines. It dealt with a velvet gloved FemDom theme. But most importantly the tale dealt with a very strong and trusting love between a woman and a man. Lauran has graciously, and very magnanimously, allowed me to take this tale and make it my own. Thank you Lauran.
I must also confess that I’m terrible at proofing my own work. I wish to thank Stanman for reading “The Red Dress” and saving me the agony of correcting this tale. I also thank him, as well as Lauran, for their kind criticism and encouragement. In keeping with the author’s original story, the two main characters are never named.
His face lighted up as he spoke and he thought of how lucky he was to have her. She rarely thought of her pleasure in bed. She loved attending him and his needs, and desires. He never had to give a second thought to her desires because her only true desire; her only true need; was to please him.
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<---this is what a derp looks like!!!
