Hey Guys, So I'm writing this story because of my newfound love for chub bellies. Shout out to EightByte on Tumblr, because he is the inspiration for the first-person character. There won't be any pregnant people, at least not this chapter, because I want to do Bryce some justice. The Illuminaughty --------------------------------------------------- We...
Roofers and a story to remember... "It was several days later and I was standing in the kitchen having my coffee and rubbing my ripples. The doorbell rang. 8:30 in the morning, who the hell? Ah, it's Fred. I open the door, he enters, looking at my chest." "Nice nipples. To early for a beer? It's been a few days and I was wondering if you if you had enou...
I left the head nurse's room and quickly climbed another flight of stairs. The ICU was, as the head nurse said, easily identifiable from the rest of the wards. It had two doors probably to maintain the temperature. I walked up to the roster sheet hung on the second door which gave details of patients, doctors and nurses. Vishwas Matre was listed as bed numbe...
The name's Michael. I'm an Irish boy from nowhere in particular, and the bright-red ponytail I wear is more than enough proof of that. I dress well enough when I need to; my work wardrobe usually consists of black wingtips, tight-fitting black slacks that are a little loose around the knees to allow for bending, and a dark solid button-down. I'm a relatively...
This is a retelling of my previous story, Blind Lust, from the point of view of the mystery man. Enjoy! -------------------------------- It was probably the weirdest phone call I've received in my life. Jeffrey and I had just finished dinner and were cleaning up the kitchen when the phone rang. Jeffrey answered, then handed it to me. "It's Linda... from t...
Corey took a seat in the soft black leather chair closest to the entrance. He checked his phone, more out of an anxious, young millennial habit than out of any actual need for it. He put the phone back in his pants pocket and looked around the quaint lobby—a couple abstract geometric paintings hung on the walls, a magazine rack, some medical posters encourag...
I have to say a little something first. I don't usually let silly little comments like the last negative one bother me but that's a real person you're talking about. Someone who puts their life on the line every day so dick heads like you can walk around safe. So next time you want to put something down, think twice and act like a decent human being. Ok..I'...
The exhaustion of and loss of strength from the previous day's unexpected sex encounters may have accounted for my tennis match the next day, but it's just as likely that Ben was just a much better tennis player than I was. He agreed to let me try to recoup the loss and set up another match for two days hence. As I had hoped, we were the only ones in the gr...
Here I am, Joe Average, well Steve Average anyway... 48 years old, professional, married to second wife for 10 happy years so far, after a miserable first marriage that was 10 years of hell, but that's a whole other story... Anyway, we live in the suburbs of a good sized city, nice home, nice subdivision, great neighbors, nice lifestyle, kids have grown and...
Authors note: Sorry folks, was a bit delayed with this chapter... Lost the ranch that Aza and I called home for 25+ years. The court forced his family to "allow" me to keep our original "hobby farm" and a good portion of the breeding stock. It is the house where we first lived as a real couple. It was always part of our retirement plan. I miss my "Oz" so m...