Days passed. Jane had been at the M.I.L.K. facility for a week now. She was now unrecognizable compared to how she looked after her arrival, Jane changed: her hips widened to the point of sticking out past her shoulders, she gained a bit of weight around her belly and butt, and her breasts swelled to a D cup. Still, her chest failed to measure up to the bust...
"Bro, did you check out those hot lesbos who moved in downstairs?!?" Okay, yeah, I did say this out loud to my brother but it's not as bad as it sounds. My brother lives with me in an apartment in San Francisco and he's gay and also the coolest guy I know. Mark and I were super liberal but in private we liked to be irreverent and politically incorrect, bel...
A story of love and sacrifice. * Author's Note Much like the title of the story, this tale is a bit experimental for me as well. It is my first story written in the third person point of view. It's also my first attempt at a tragedy. But fear not, if you are a regular reader, you know that I am a sucker for happy endings. So tragic, yes, but not terribly...
Note and warning: This work of fiction has explicit sex scenes and a lesbian relationship. There is also some vulgar language. Any resemblance to any character(s) and actual person(s) is coincidental. +++++ As I listened to Hei Sook brushing her teeth before coming to bed one night, I saw an open document on her computer screen. The heading said "Anonymous...
We got to the high school gym just as the night weight lifting class was getting out. Working for the police department gave me access to the key to the gym, and its weight room. It was the high school's way of thanking us for providing security at all their games and dances. Wendy and I stood upstairs and watched as the class left for the night. I particula...
"You ready yet?" Julie yelled from the living room. Her parents thought she was staying with me and my parents, whereas my parents were out of town. Adjusting my black mini dress I came out of the bathroom and saw her waiting for me in a similar red dress. She had no pantyhose or stockings, nonetheless her black garter could be seen whenever she moved. She l...
-Finally Chapter 3 for those of you who have sent me e-mails requesting another chapter. A big thank you and hugs to Lady Catie who helped me with some judicious editing. Stay tuned, kids, this will get more interesting, I promise.- * "Shit!" Dagmar hissed shifting her weight and leaning across Arabella to get the insistent telephone. "Hello, Dags here..."...
Ah Sunday. The day of football and beer and shouting men who fill my living room all day long. Sound exciting? Well maybe for some it would but for me, this meant another day of keeping myself occupied. You see I'm what is called a "football widow". My husband is a football fan and we made an agreement a long time ago that Sundays would be his day with his b...
"Here, princess, take this," said Daddy, pushing a crisp bill into my hand. I spun around and chose a particularly festive-looking slot machine - one that spun little pictures of diamond rings and pinups. I wiggled up into the chair and Daddy sat down beside me, running her hands up my thigh and resting one across the back of my chair. "Push it, baby" she gr...
Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...