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Dating is the last thing on internet vlogger Jade Garcia's mind during the quarantine. But when Mr. Doug's drop-dead gorgeous grandson, Trey, moves in with him next door, Jade soon finds herself swooning over the new tenant through her bedroom window. Weird? Yes. Stalkerish? Maybe. Possibility of stripping Trey naked? Slim to none!

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels xoxoxo: “You would gain so much. Trust me". “Okay. What do I put on first”? “The makeup of course”. “Do I stay her on the bed or where”? “No. I need you to sit on the floor while I apply the makeup on your face”. Don slipped to the floor and watched as his wife took out mascara, eyeliners, powders, and lipsticks from the small bag. She then began to apply them on his face, taking her time to make sure that his face was well painted. She also used different lipsticks on his lips until it was a thick and dark shade of blue.

Daniel Russo has everything: looks, charm, style, money, and a big plane with his name attached to the side. But even with a skinny blonde for a wife at his side, Dan's got an appetite for someone bigger and meatier. The Jumbo Jillian escorts Mr. Russo on another wild ride, and the plane trip's not too shabby, either.

Enjoy this Futanari short story by Hellen Heels.

She felt as if she was ready to get out of the relationship. She glared at the television in front of her, planning when she would pack her things, and where she would go when she did leave. Lizzy smirked over at the pouting Dora.

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx: "Still, despite my mother’s warnings and the strange feelings that her less specific warnings gave me. I didn’t want to look like a coward in front of Andy and Mike, so instead of protesting or sharing what my mom had said. I instead clambered up the iron ladder, plonked myself down cross legged on the roof and prepared myself for the process by cracking open a preparatory beer. Andy, as always, was marvelously melodramatic".

Cara King, an ambitious young woman, meets an older wealthier fox while trying to support herself through college. She gets caught up in a whirlwind romance filled with expensive trips and gifts, but at what cost? Secrets and lies always come to light, and feelings cannot be masked. A story about a young woman falling for father and son, and the battle between following her heart or her wallet.

Sound interesting? The author thinks so, too! Listen to Overriding the Principle, book 67 in Crossdressing Stories series and experience the compelling world of erotica.

When Tim, one day, made the mistake of wearing shorts at school, revealing how sticklike and sickly thin his legs were, one of the many vitriolic idiots referred to them as "spindle" legs. The comparison wasn’t entirely accurate, but somehow the word had a particular connotation of legs that were twig thin, willowy, and bone-like.

Enjoy short stories by Hellen Heels, xoxoxo. “What could it be then? You have discovered the perfect spot for our next vacation”? “Paul. What is wrong with you”? “You said I should guess, baby. That is what I am doing”. “Look, it has nothing to do with me wanting you or our next vacation spot”. “Then what is it”? “It has to do with Carol”. “What could it be that has to do with her? Let me see. Is she about to get married”? “No. Try again”. “She misses her aunt”? “And that is why she came into town to see me”? He shrugged. “Maybe".

With power comes the responsibility to accept its consequences. After the betrayal of those closest to her, Eviana Dumahl struggles to cope with her new reality. Kidnapped, broken, and confused, she is forced to engage in a war that will alter merfolk politics forever. With her estranged father leading the charge, Eviana has no choice but to stand by his side. Her continued existence hinges on the acceptance of the power growing inside her, even when that means embracing the family’s dark lineage.

Winter in Northern California summons Sarah Martin to Burney, a small town snuggled at the foot of a snowy mountain. Having received news of her father’s passing, the man she had sworn never to speak to again, Sarah unexpectedly is faced with secrets of his past upon discovering his personal diary. She is locked in turmoil as she suddenly is challenged to rethink her long-held, bitter assumptions and forced to reevaluate the thoughtless and uncaring man from her childhood.

Curiosity got mixed with raw fear and it made me speak, although all I could say was, ''Hello?'' I swear to God if anyone had responded, I would have died of a heart attack. Luckily for me, no one did. That calmed me down a bit, but my camera was still on, and, well, that was a problem to me. I had no idea who turned it on, and what was even scarier, who was watching me? I moved a cursor across the screen, and there wasn't an option to turn it off. It was seemed like whoever created this site wanted to see its visitors faces.

Enjoy short stories by Hellen Heels xoxoxoxo. “Move faster”? the woman repeated. “I think you mean jump the line faster. Because that is what you just did. And it is wrong". The man in dread locks made her a face. “Are you angry about it? Do you feel cheated? Okay, why not do your worst and let me see"? The woman stepped forward. But the elderly man held her hand. “Please just let him be. Just ignore him and concentrate on why you are here". “But he jumped the line, sir. He is taking your position".

So it was with a great wave of relief that we approached the scene and found blue flashing lights already throwing their ominous glow on the road when we arrived. Somewhere to the left of where the ambulance was parked, two paramedics were hunched over a figure that had been covered with several of those tinfoil like sheets stopping people from going into shock as a result of exposure to the cold. I remember seeing that small silver mass, a hunched lump like a giant jacket potato and seeing from the bottom left of the mass one perfectly formed female foot.

In this satirical journey through the chic lunch spots and outposts around Los Angeles circa the ‘90s, newly divorced Danielle Wiffard navigates a maze of romantic, sexual, and musical encounters with celebrities and socialites. Roving around LA - herself a prominent “character” in the book - Danielle cavorts with a range of potential romantic interests, from a symphony maestro to a big-hatted country crooner, from a swaggering TV talk-show host to a has-been teen idol, and beyond.

On a sultry New Orleans evening, Jasmine takes these only clues to her identity and follows them to a place she'd thought only existed in dreams and ancient faery tales. Through a doorway in time, Hayden has come from the dangers of his dying kingdom to the most beautiful woman he's ever known. Bound by his royal blood to retrieve the lost prophecies and end a war, he soon finds his quest, his destiny, and his love are all entwined with Jasmine more than anyone ever knew.

Big BiIl’s voice was getting louder and louder. I was pretty sure that it was reaching the restaurant and was starting to feel a bit embarrassed since I didn’t want to be a part of the scene he was causing. However, I didn’t not hear anything from inside as I walked toward the hallway. Another crew member came from inside the restaurant and walked past me.

Most often were those inner thoughts that were full of hate. And just like any other ordinary bloke who obtained such remarkable skill, I used it to gain some practical advantage for my daily needs and leisure. With an ability to hear thoughts, winning on a poker game was a breeze. It was quite handy for picking up women, as well, and it was easy to impress other people by presenting it as some kind of magic or a trick.

“I can count several traffic violations that you have committed already, James. And they are all very serious violations.” He stepped forward. “I haven’t committed any traffic violations, officer.” “That is not what I can see right here.”