Reading the earlier chapters will get you up to date on what is going on. Strong sexual content. It was Saturday morning and when Pat awoke she found she was alone in bed. She heard loud laughter in the kitchen and remembered that Jack and April were leaving this morning. She managed to get her newly partially paralyzed body into her wheelchair and into the...
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...
Joan wears a white sleeveless tee shirt and faded jeans, her blue hair cropped short and her chest flat. From a distance, she gives the first impression of being a guy. The right arm is gone, less than a third of the upper arm remains. She walks with a swagger, nothing bothering her. "Hey, babe," Roger calls, seeing her walking across the parking lot to her...
It was easy to believe that Humanity had conquered Space. We were building colonies throughout the Solar System. We had even travelled to distant stars - albeit with help. I myself had made it all the way to Sol Station without ever once feeling I was in any real danger. By the time I left it, however, this false sense of security would be a distant memory....
It was not planned. We had never even discussed the possibility. Obviously we had talked about using that kind of beach. You do not just happen to end up on a naturist beach, not even in the south of France. There are maybe fifteen of them, scattered around the Mediterranean coast, but that is not so many that you are likely to come across one just by cha...
A snowstorm suddenly begins dumping another few inches an hour on the ground late Wednesday afternoon in near whiteout conditions. The crowd in the bar is huge. She sits on the stool on the other side of a large man. I don't think he is with her. I hope not. What I can see, she is a knock out - great face, not much makeup, and curly reddish brown hair down t...
Some people seem to have such 'normal' lives, no big secrets, no dark desires. I often wish I were such a person. I consider my 'uniqueness' to have started in grade school, but maybe it happened long before that. I'll never know. Miss Collins was the kind of woman people talked about - an older single woman. A word often used was 'spinster'. She was also m...
---------------------- Author's Note: This story contains disturbing mental/physical themes that may cause discomfort. Readers be advised. This first chapter is short. Later parts will be published in longer portions. This is Part 1 of 4. Previously the story title was incorrectly shown as "Woulds Pt.01", it should be "Wounds Pt.01" ----------------------...
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...
Donna Faircloth was energized, turned-on and kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving her husband a surprise blowjob he'd never forget. She'd just come home with her emotions in overdrive after a daylong workshop on conducting group encounter sessions. Clay had been replacing the cover to the overhead light fixture when she walked in. Though tall enough to do...