I waited in the bar for ten minutes. I thought Carla would either have started without me or be pacing her room impatiently. She was neither. She opened the door to her room dressed just as she had been at dinner. A magazine was open on the table. "You took your time; thought you'd had second thoughts." "Not with you waiting," I said. I put my hands around her waist and looked her in the eye. As I moved my hands upwards t...

The first thing she told me when her family moved into the house across the street was that she was trans. She marched over wearing an absurd, pink tracksuit just as I was taking out the trash. It almost sounded like a confession or even that she was a little angry the way she just blurted it out. But that was it though. She didn't give me time to say anything. She didn't even tell me her name. The strange, black-haired g...

The next song that came on was pretty much the same as the first, only it was cash registers this time. They were in sync with the beat. It was fitting given where we were standing. Melinda cleared her throat. "Is there something I can help you with, honey?" she asked. The girl looked at me and then back to Melinda. "Aren't you helping him?" I stepped to the side to make room. My penis slid along the cool, glass surface o...

I'd gotten my first pair of panties from Melinda the week before school started. I wasn't planning on it. I was just casually strolling through the small Bluffwatch mall with a new toothbrush in my hand when she lifted her head and beckoned me into her store. It was the kind of store that had dim lighting, the AC was set obnoxiously low, and it played loud, weird music music to attract teenagers. At least I think it was t...

The next day of classes took forever. Made even worse by not having to go to work afterwards. Which meant no Khole, and no closure. Ben thought about texting her, but didn’t want to seem clingy. After all, Khole did just break up with her boyfriend. At least it was a busy evening. Both Jill and Ben had soccer practice. Unfortunately, Jill was in his last class, making it a little more awkward. Especially when she plopped...

Emma's heart pounded as she watched Adam set up his phone on a tripod across the room. The device’s lens was pointed directly at the massage table, capturing every angle of the room. She felt excitement and trepidation as she realized the extent to which this encounter was about to be documented. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Adam asked, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of urgency. He adjusted the camera...

Hey fuckers! The name’s Ouettecunte: Claire Ouettecunte. But I think you know that already, right? This story is all about me, see: me and my pretty wet cunt – isn’t that totally fucking? So, Mom and Dad and Jack have at last allowed me to write a chapter. It was hard persuading them. They think I’m a bit dumb. But I think I’m just smart in different ways from them. They complain that I can’t spell or write proper English...

This could not be happening, I told myself. No way was I in some frat house bedroom with both Kori and Veronica! And to think, I hadn't even wanted to come to this Halloween party. A guy from my dorm had invited me, and though it wasn't my kind of scene, he swore it would be fun. Yet as soon as we'd arrived tonight, he'd deserted me to flirt with some girl he hoped to hook up with. For the first hour, I stood alone, with...

The name’s Ouettecunte: Jack Ouettecunte. Now, I know what you’re thinking: that’s kind of a cunty name for a guy, isn’t it? I mean, how about something a bit more masculine, like “Jack Hammer”, or “Jack Screw”, or even “Jack McDickoff”? Actually, I like to jack my dick off. But I hardly ever get a chance, because either Mum or Claire always does it for me. Tough, huh? The only time I get to stroke my own dick is when I’m...