This story is an ABDL story a bit different than my usual stories. This story can contain as much ABDL content as needed however it should be made clear that this isn’t a lover story. It can have all the elements of an ABDL story: diapers, pacifiers, suppositories, etc, but it should 1) not turn into regression and 2) not turn into a fetish. In other words i...
{There is a small amount of sex in this story but I don't think it's erotic and I doubt you will either.} I reached down and turned the fuel bleeder valve on the tank of the old 1951 Tri-pacer. Just force of habit, I always checked before takeoff. The tiny test glass was clear fuel, it always was. I always checked anyway, finding out that there is moisture...
I am a middle class guy in my 50s. I guess I look okay for my age. I am about six feet tall, have a full head of dark hair, and a full, gray beard, which I keep well trimmed. I should work out more as I could use more muscles and better body tone, and I could stand to drop 20 pounds or so; overall though, I guess I am at least average. I keep thinking that t...
Don got to the airport late but was glad to see he was not the only one as at least four others were rushing to the check-in counter right with him. The ticket agents must have been in an exceptionally good mood as they actually escorted the small group of tardy passengers through the airport straight to the waiting plane. The very pleasant fight attendant c...
Did you know that it takes roughly eight hours to fly across the Atlantic? That's right. Eight hours. Difficult enough for a human. For a planeload of vampires and their human minions - pardon, bandmates and friends - it's fucking hell on earth. Timing it so that everyone's awake and no one gets crispy is delicate, but doable. The hard part is putting up wi...
This story Falls between The Cowgirls of Baghdad and The Corporal as it follows the main protagonist. ******************** January 2006 As the 747-jet taxied down the runway at Logan airport in Boston, I couldn't wait to get off. I had just spent three days traveling from Iraq to Kuwait to Atlanta and then on to Boston. As I looked out of the airplane win...
--- Intro- This story was originally written for my girlfriend who lives overseas. The distance can be difficult at times and I took this up as a means of maintaining a physical connection between us. I told her one day 'I'm going to make you come with my words.' So that is exactly the format of my writing. Please feel free to provide feedback. If you...
Art, part two. Ch. 12 Art gets an invite to the Manor House. Suzanne tried to call again several times, but it's been quiet now for awhile so maybe she's given up. I heard the front door slam and a moment later Lisa and Heidi came barging into the room. Lisa's face is all red. She's either pissed off or crying; probably both. "Damn it to hell, it's none o...
{Like happens so often, there really is no catagory that fits well the writings I offer, but I am an old man now, soon to be 70. So "mature" is what I use. The year here is from 1965.} +++ So many times as a child, then a young man, I walked the few short miles down to the small hill. There was a tall chain link fence at the bottom of the hill, I could ha...
Ruby, Mona and Sara arrived at the airport as instructed. Their agency had booked them with a renowned yet notorious client. The agent had briefed them with a mischievous grin, warning them that the experience with him tended to be a bit intense. The three escorts knew what they were getting themselves into - the client was known for his extravagant wishes a...