Night On The Floor
Tom still couldn’t believe it had come to this. He used to own places like this. More then one, actually. Then came his bad decision. He’d made other bad decisions before, of course—who hand’t?—but this was his Bad Decision.
Randall the Crime Wizard
Frank stumbled into the room, glancing back at the large muscular man who had been guarding it with his arms crossed. He looked around and saw a man in a grey robe sitting at a desk looking over some books.
$Getting My Money’s Worth$
Do you see this lovely creature that’s adoringly taking of of this fine gentleman’s big black cock? Well she used to be my cheating asshole husband. 20 years and I find him boning his secretary in our bed. Needless to say a divorce soon followed, but the bastards lawyers managed to give him everything and leave me with nothing! It took me a good while to figure out how to regain my losses, but about a year later an idea came to me. So after calling in some favors from a few people my ex-husband was no more, replaced with my voluptuous younger sister who came to live with me. If she happened to bring home sexual partners that left copious sums of money, who was I to complain? After all we need rent money. And if I happen to record these exploits and make even more money, well that’s just a family business.
No way
Kyle sat down in his wife Mona’s body and sighed heavily.
This House Again
Rich walked to the door, a container of liquid over his shoulder. He rolled his eyes as he walked up the steps towards the front door. This place again? This was the third time this week he’d been sent over to complete some minor task around the house. Each time some half dressed teenage girl had answered the door. She was hot—Rich didn’t deny that—but he had around ten years on her. He also had a girlfriend, so even if he was interested he still wouldn’t have gone for it.
Plagiarizm
It is NOT ok to plagiarize! What literary class did you go to growing up??? You can take my storyline ideas but you do not have my permission to cut and paste my writing.
You can’t force me
I was playing on my ps4 to relax for a bit. I just ended cleaning my room so i think i deserved some free time. Just then my older sister came in. “Hey twerp. If you’re done here then go clean my room” She said. “No way! It’s your room, clean it yourself” I protested. My sister was always a bitch. She often blackmailed me to do her chores but lately i started to fight back and refused.
“Clean it little brother or else…” she took some kind of book in her hand “Or else what!” I wasn’t scared by her threats. “Or else this” She started to say some weird words, like she was chanting a magic spell. I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous ot looked.
Wonderful marriage (My aunt Melanie. Part 11)
The past week i had with my husband was wonderful. I enjoyed being his wife and when we had sex together it felt amazing. I realize i’m not his real wife, this life is only temporary and one day i will go back to being a teenage boy. I try not to think about it and enjoy myself until i can.
Few day’s ago i got a phone call from my aunt. She found the stone. It’s hard to say what i felt at this moment. I was glad to finally be able to get my old life back but on the other hand i think i will miss this one. Over time i got used to this body and this lifestyle. Being called Melanie, darling and mom seemed so natural right now that i will have a hard time to get used to my old life. Well we still have some time since then. We will be able to see eachother in eight months, since my older brother is getting married and i got invited. Untli then i’ll focus on what i have right now and enjoy it whille i still can.
Let’s keep it this way
“So… Have you been enjoying our family vacations?” Emily smiled at her uncle Mike. Before the whole family went on vacations together Emily and Mike decided to check out what their life would look like as each other so they went to the body swap clinic. After a few days they knew it was a great idea. Emily liked being a handsome man and picking up women while Mike enjoyed the body of a lovely, teenage girl and the attention he recived from boys.
My new life
“You are such a slut Ashley” my wife said. Disgusted by the way I dressed and acted. I didn’t care though, she didn’t have anyone to blame but herself. We were, at least I had thought, a happy couple in their 40’s. We never had children though, and I guess that was a sore point for her.