This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremel...
Jocelyn and Cameron were in the lobby of the Best Western when we walked in. Cameron frustratingly told us that the hotel was full, there wasn't another room available so they'd have to go home. "No," Tanya said, "We have two queen beds. We can squeeze." "Six?" Jocelyn glanced at Tina, "Seven?" "I'm not staying," Tina clarified, "only six." "Six on two b...
My thanks to HDK for his review and commentary on the initial draft of this story. * From the sound of things that I had heard in my phone recording of him and Special Agent Fife, Supervisory Special Agent Emmett Van Horn was a real pussy hound who expended his seductive efforts on female contract employees--like my wife, Lana. And she was definitely in h...
Philip liked good food and didn't want to eat at a burger joint. Lately his favorite restaurant was The French Laundry but since it was an hour north of Oakland his meeting with Tim would have to be at Atelier Crenn on Fillmore or Benu on Hawthorne Street. Since Tim was staying at the hotel with Karla, presumably, he'd chosen Benu, which was only ten blocks...
~~Jack~~ The next week went by in a blur. Jack couldn't have imagined the amount of details he'd have to learn just to get a grasp for his new world, or the amount of work he'd have to do to be able to make his old life gone. The first night was spent organizing enough hints to suggest to his family that he'd been killed, and that there was no body to fin...
I woke up the following with my head and abdomen on fire. I quickly ran to the bathroom and vomited. When I was done, I sat on the cold bathroom floor, breathing heavily. I had to slow down. Had to give my body time to heal. The beating I took, as well as the fucking, was taking a great toll. I eventually got up, brushed my teeth and took a shower. I gingerl...
This story is completely fictitious. However, the liberal attitude to nudity of some European countries and some Amazonian tribes is well documented. ---------------------------------- For the last few days the skies had been clear, completely devoid of clouds; so, the residents of this Swiss ski chalet had spent their days either skiing or looking after t...
A 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the size depicted in Woody Allen's "Giant Breast" skit in "Everything...
Yrba's Travels, Pt.8 — The Living Cauldron by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 8 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to a...
"Who was that Master," Sonia asked sleepily as I hung up the phone. "It's kind of early for random calls, and you didn't just hang up on them, so it must have been important." "It was Julien actually. He knows I am usually awake by six and was too excited to wait any longer. I'm happy to inform you that Julia Marie Slade was born this afternoon. Seven pound...