Indian Wife Swarna Ch. 02

Charlie looked down at her phone, aimlessly scrolling work emails with one hand, while she nervously rubbed her thumbnail with her index and middle finger with the other. Her dishwater blonde hair sat in loose waves and she momentarily put her phone down to toss it over one shoulder, and then the other. She bit her lower lip and pondered if this was really a good idea. Charlie had met Dan online, in a chat room, two months almost exactly to the day of her 26th birthday. If she was being honest with herself, Charlie had been struggling since May of the previous year. She had started writing as an outlet for her pain -- publishing her stories in what felt like a safe space: an erotic website. She had discovered the chat room feature after about a month and used it on occasion when she needed a particular outlet. She never found anyone worth talking to for more than a few minutes. Until Dan. She couldn't remember now what he had said to her at first, but after a witty retort to it,

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Wow yall really liked the first one, the awesome feedback and cheers for another chapter were great to see. I appreciate every one of you that read my work and I plan on keeping this thing going! ***** The wind swept over the lulling hill as Ginrar leaned against the tree at the very top, fields of wheat swayed and the rays of sunshine warmed the countryside. Roke sat in between her legs and his head rested against her heavy breasts, he squirmed and dug his heels in the dirt as he bit his bottom lip trying to contain his breathy moans. "I thought you said you could last, Roke?" her voice heavy with lust and a bit of teasing. She watched joyfully as he squirmed and tried to come up with a witty reply, her left hand grasping his hot iron rod and stroking him as she ran her right palm in circles on the tip of his cock. "I-I can," was all he could get out, his pants down to his thighs and his sweaty palms grabbing at Gins knees on either side of him. He tried as hard

Writers note: This story is pure fiction and depicts body modification and sexual exploitation. This story in no way accurately depicts the stages of irreversible sexual reassignment; emotionally or physically. I've left out any graphic details of the surgical procedure(s), I'll leave that up to the imagination of the reader. All fictional characters are over eighteen years of age. When Doug became Doris -- Chapter one. I was startled awake by April, my wife of seven months, who demanded that I get out of bed and join her downstairs. I was surprised to learn that she wasn't alone, her lawyer friend Jackie was there as well, and they looked very serious. April told me to have a seat at the table, then Jackie slid a folder over to me. I opened it and it contained divorce papers. My eyes started to swell with tears, I had no idea our marriage was in trouble. April started to explain; "I have lived a lie these past months, I am gay and I only married you for your money.

Apollo manages to push me through the hallway without anyone we know bumping into us, his jacket wrapped around me, my discarded clothes shoved haphazardly into my backpack. His coat is long enough to cover me down to my knees, but being exposed is the least of my concerns. "Hang on, I'm going to call my dad," I say, pulling out my phone as we reach the steps of the computer science building. "I can't believe she's in the hospital again, that's like-" "Oh shit, no, I just said that to get you out of there," Apollo says. I stare at him for a second. Then it clicks and I let out the breath I've been holding, almost dropping my phone. "Oh my god Apollo you scared the shit out of me," "That scared the shit out of you? What about-" He stops talking when I me grab his shirt and pull him against me. He's stiff at first, but then he hugs me, his arms melting me into his chest. I take a deep breath in through my nose an