(This story is both a companion piece and a sequel to "My War" by LeapYearGuy and is written with his permission. My thanks to him for very graciously allowing me to use his characters from his moving and poignant story. Although the original story is somewhat covered by PFC Kent, the original should definitely be read to get an understanding of the characte...
Marci quizzes, 'Stilettos or pumps'. A black running shoe dangles from two fingers. She had always preferred stilettos because of the way they highlighted the shape of her legs. Even the shorter heel of a pump had been nice, and not hurt her feet as much. Since the amputation, just about anything without heels felt better and offered more stability on one le...
[i]Every longer story needs an ouverture, and “Black Ice” forms the upbeat for this one. Please read it as such; I’ve only allowed scoring after chapter 3, feeling you should read the whole thing before giving any scores. I’m much indebted to Damppanties and Alex- The_bragis for commenting on earlier drafts of this story. Hope you enjoy! PaulX35[/i] [b]I....
It became immediately obvious that although sex had been what we needed when we walked into the kitchen, it wasn't what we needed when we walked out. The emotions we'd undergone had moved to equally substantive ones, like love, relief and joy. When Jim recovered his composure, he helped me up, and we went to our bedroom where he undressed himself and then me...
Kate had walked on the treadmill at the gym everyday for the two weeks since Casey finished her high-tech computer controlled prosthetic leg known as a C-leg. Every few days she turned the speed up a little more. Her hands lightly held the bars, the prosthetic leg moving as naturally as the real one. The wife-beater undershirt, damp with sweat, barely hid th...
Tammy shivered in the coolness of the night. The line seemed to stretch for eternity. "How many miles is it?" she complained. Frank looked at her, "Well, if you didn't have that ridiculous tube top on, you wouldn't cold. Amy's tits are as big as yours but she covers herself up." Joe's eyes ran up and down her outfit. "He's right, "Joe sad, "You gotta be...
A friend of mine remembers a plain, nerdy girl from college. Well, she grew up and blossomed into a hot 'n' horny babe. Now she's making up for lost time, and has written him about it. Please vote and send constructive feedback. * * * * * * Dear Tom: I can't begin to tell you how excited I was that you answered my e-mail. I found you through one of those...
The Family Ritual -- Ch. 53 DUSTIN CASSIDY AND HOW IT ALL BEGAN By angelface195 ©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved *A note: First I want all of you Family Ritual fans to remember THIS WAS A DREAM! I dreamt the beginning and the end, so none of this is about my own spiritual or religious beliefs. IT WAS JUST A DREAM! This is the last chapter. My fir...
I had been in love with Isabel before, maybe two times, maybe three. Each breakup had been progressively worse for me, maybe for her as well. I knew there were secrets we kept from each other. Maybe that was the reason. I often wrote stories about her. I kept them in a journal. I never shared them with anyone. I knew no one else would understand. I often re...
Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to...