I know, I know, but…

For ten years, I had been going to the same cafe for lunch. I ordered the same thing, served the same way all the time. Occasionally I had changed my routine a little and gotten something else, or eaten there on the weekend, but most times it was the same old same thing every day.

Today the cafe burned to the ground.

I heard the sirens from work. It would be hard not to since they came right by our building about 10 AM. I was on a sales call at the time so I didn’t pay any attention to the sirens, figuring that if they concerned me I would find out quick enough.
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Walk a mile in her shoes, huh? I’ll show her. That’s simple.
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May Day story contest entry on Top Shelf.

Topsy Turvey

The High Priest stepped up to the microphone.

“Everyone, please listen up. The Beltane ritual tonight is going to be a bit different. Normally as you know the females are the receptors and the males are the givers in the Great Rite, but this time we are going to reverse it. Tonight, the High Priestess is going to hold the Athame, and I’m going to hold the Chalice.

“Further, the decoration of the Phallus,” there was some slight chuckling from the audience, “is also going to be reversed. The men will be going sunwise, and the women anti-sunwise. The steps are the same, but it is going to take some concentration to keep your mind on the parts.
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The Plea, a poem

I am a transsexual.
I am not dirty.
I am not aberrant.
I am not a pervert.
I am not out to corrupt your children/husband/wife.
I am a woman in a man’s body.
I have a birth defect.
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We all have dreams. This is a site about dreams. Many of us come here to have our dreams when they are unattainable. This is a short paean to dreams.

A dream is a precious thing. It is not something that should be taken lightly. Once lost, many times you can’t get it back.

I have dreams. You have dreams. Think for a moment about the dreams you have had in the past. All those times when you were little and said “I want to be a Firefighter” or “I want to be just like Mommy” or something similar. Read more…

This isn’t TG Fiction, but it is a romance of sorts. I wrote this a few months ago after a very erotic dream, so I share it here with all of you.

Her hands danced over me as she moved to get a better angle of attack. I loved those hands. Sometimes hard and firm, demanding, authoritative, impossible to resist, and sometimes they were gentle, caressing, floating over me like a sensual hovercraft. She had a talent for guiding me where she needed me to be. Read more…