Natasha Chesterbrook

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Thank you! Glad you liked it. I've already started my next one. Hopefully I'll get out soon.

“Dorothy, do you want to sit on the blanket?” The sun’s reflection off the water was blinding but with my sunglasses I could still watch Seth splashing in the waves with his nephew. Wearing nothing but a pair of swimming shorts, he looked like a sun god glistening and magnetic. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, this gorgeous man. I turned around to reply, “I’ll just sit here by the water for a bit.” Seth’s mother had laid a blanket on the beach along with a lunch basket for at least ten pe

When I was nine years old, my brother and I had a tree house in the wooded lot that bordered our backyard. Rickety construction as only two boys could cobble together, it became the center of our world that summer. Whether we were cops waiting to get the jump on some bad guys or two supermen out to stop evil villains, this was where our childhood fantasies played out. Until one afternoon when Everett decided we needed a secret passage for escaping Martian attacks. I had just climbed over the s

Bloody gloves. “Strange how a hundred ladies attending the benefit wore long, white gloves but not you, Miss James.” The detective looked pointedly at the gloves Dorothy wore now. Continuing, he pulled no punches when voicing his opinion of me. “After you did your best to hide her identity, I had no choice but to follow you.” Danny spoke up forcefully, “He didn’t do it!” Detective Cavanaugh replied evenly, “I wasn’t accusing Mr. Graham.” “No, I meant –” Danny froze and the silence hung

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The next morning David stretched an arm across my chest with a yawn. After he conceded defeat in the kitchen last night, we’d gone for a late supper before we returned to stay up late watching an old movie and necking like teenagers. It was a luxury to spend the night with this man in my arms, one to which I was trying not to get too attached. Still I found myself desperately wanting to make it a more permanent arrangement. He pluck at a nipple and gently bit into my shoulder throwing a wicke

It did occur to me that old-fashioned corsets usually require someone to lace them up for you but that's when they want them tight to create that hourglass figure. I'm not sure David wanted that look. I picture him as quite slim and the corset would be more for show (privately) than figure-enhancing. So perhaps he could have laced it up with the back in front and then twisted it around? I know I would have tried that.

If you'll recall, Danny slapped Dorothy when she interrupted his argument with Damian at the benefit. Bach in the 50's only "cheap" women wore pierced earrings. Women of any social standing wore clip-ons which easily came off. I remember playing with a number of my mom's clip-on earring when I was little, playing dress up. Lots of fun!

“How did a dead man end up living at your house?” If Michael Rutherford had any reaction at all to that shot he kept it to himself. He was a large man with unusually large eyes and equally large hands. He bore an air of great confidence and a certain amount of sternness to him. I worried I’d made a mistake asking him to come see me at my office. “Mr. Guisti - that was his real name, I’ve been told - was staying with us at the request of a friend. He was a quiet guest and kept to himself. I w

Once we’d arrived at her home I updated Dorothy on the detective’s visit and my conversation with Uncle Jimmy but left out his offer to skip town. She kept asking questions but I had other things on my mind. ”Why would the senator meet Damian all the way in Virginia?” I slid my hands around her waist, “I’m guessing because it was private, away from prying eyes.” “So they were having an affair?” I pulled her in tight against me and shrugged, “Damian wasn’t particular. Still I wouldn’t ha

David answered my knock wearing loose pants and a robe. His hair was pulled back in a tight tail and he wore no makeup, dark smudges underlining wary eyes. My chest ached at the sight knowing I was more than responsible. Still Dorothy’s perfume filled the air lifting some of the oppression. I inhaled deeply fortifying my resolve. “May I?” He nodded and stepped back but I didn’t want space. It had been three days since we’d argued; three days of silence; three days without him near me. I'

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The events of the night caught up with both of us and we drifted off to sleep. The next morning I found David sitting on the end of the bed holding up his gown from the night before. “What’s wrong?” I asked without thinking. The silence went on for a minute before he answered. “She’s strong and bold and fierce. Everything I’m not.” He clutched the dress to his chest and turned to look at me. Pasting Dorothy’s smile on his face, he airily declared, “It’s supposed to be warm today. I’m t

In sharp contrast to her delicate appearance, the strength she used to pushed me against the door after we entered the house took me by complete surprise. Her lips smashed onto mine with both lust and desperation only equaled by my own immediate response. Pulling her close, I drove my tongue between those ruby lips as she ground her pelvis into mine. My cock rose to steel overtaking my brain. I could feel an equal hardness beneath all that satin, tulle and crinoline. When she dropped to her knee

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"Seth Graham" I stuck my hand out waiting for him to respond. The guy didn't disappoint as he ignored me focusing on Dorothy. "Since when did you need muscle to fight your battles, David?" "Danny, I'm trying to make this right," she hissed. "By showing up here?... like this?" Realizing his volume, he looked around, fear of discovery no doubt on his mind. I jumped in with my own questions; the end of my patience had come and gone. "Would someone like to paint me a picture? What did

"I was wondering if you even owned a tuxedo", she whispered in my ear as I leaned in to greet her with a kiss when I arrived to pick her up for the benefit. She was resplendent in a strapless satin ball gown of pink and silver. The tulle skirt sparkled with crystal rhinestones. Her hair swept in an updo that looked professionally done. A necklace of pink pearls and a diamond pendant draped around her neck, the diamond earrings to match. I nuzzled that neck then caught the edge of one earlobe bet

Can you see my reply to Jeffery? I hope this helps but if you still have questions, I'll do my best to answer them. So glad you enjoyed this last chapter. I know it was short but I loved writing it trying!

I guess subtlety is not my forte! Thank you for your praise but I feel as though I don't deserve it. Instead I'll try to explain. In Chapter 1, Seth is completely caught off guard when Dorothy walks into his office. He is immediately attracted to her. Though he can fully appreciate how beautiful she is given it's line of business, he has never been into woman. He's confused and troubled by this. It's when she leaves that he finally recognizes she's really a man. A well-dressed, strikingly beautiful, perfectly formed man who passes for a woman. Who's bold and fierce and doesn't back down. I've tried to show Seth to be a man who likes women, respects women and truly appreciates the beauty of women even if he is gay. Dorothy is pretty much his ultimate desire - a man who can pass as not just a woman but a beautiful woman. So he's intrigued and willing to go with it even if he's obviously not prepared for how hard he's falling. Does this help?

Reeves Restaurant on F Street was known for its bakery and more especially their strawberry pie but they also served a fine dinner often of locally caught seafood. The Chesapeake shores were a boyhood favorite for fishing, crabbing and general goofing off with my brother. I’d grown up eating its bounty. Wearing a knit skirt, angora sweater and a strand of pearls, Dorothy smelled of lilies and looked like a million bucks. With her on my arm, I knew I was preening like a tom cat after mating sea

Thank you so much for reading. So glad you are enjoying it!

Thank you so much for your reviews. I'm glad you're enjoying the story - you've certainly got it right, no misunderstanding at all. I did want to say that although I'm certain there were very few men passing as women in the 1950s the concept is not altogether unheard of. Coming out of the war years where women had an unprecedented amount of freedom - to work, to contribute to the war effort - some found it hard to return to the more conservative social norms. I would imagine the same could be said for gay men. I guess that is really the underpinnings this story.

A while later Dorothy located her copy of this month's DC Times Magazine while I wiped her lipstick from my mouth. We turned to that missing page. The glossy print displayed a picture of the Belmonte Hotel trumpeting a benefit fashion show on Saturday night. This kind of fancy event, a fund raiser for Metropolitan Hospital, was way out of my league. Only the political elite would attend with most of the models imported from New York City. Aloud, I wondered what Damian’s angle was. Did he kno

Dorothy was out of the car before I could get the license plate number. "Hey, hold up there." She turned and graced me with a look of impatience but still had the good sense to wait. I moved in front and stopped her with a hand, "Where do you think you're going?" Her green eyes flashed with anger but were quickly replaced with cool reserve. "I'm going to get some answers. You can join me or not." This dame was killing me. Part of me wanted to take her by the arms and shake some sense