---------------------- Author's Note: This story contains disturbing mental/physical themes that may cause discomfort. Readers be advised. This is Part 2 of 4. Previously the story title was incorrectly shown as "Woulds Pt.02", it should be "Wounds Pt.02" ---------------------- Wounds: A Seaside Story *********************** CHAPTER 2 *************...
Antonio and Tracy worked together in thoughtful silence on a mammoth floral arrangement for a hotel lobby. It was something Tracy could do herself, but she wanted to practice delegating. Antonio was surprised to see her take a seat. "I'm pregnant," she blurted out. Seemed like as good a time as any. After a moment of stunned silence Antonio asked, "Are you...
This is a recent autobiography; however sex tragic one of me, Laura. Nickname: Vixxx. Aka: Wanton Vixxxen. Wife {twice over} mother to six {NEVER over} grandmother of thirteen and still counting with the youngest chick getting married and leaving the roost next year. Interior designer/ retail merchandiser by day; writer by night and Dominatrix anywhere in- b...
Normal Monday, Fisher is sitting at the breakfast table across from Sophie when she sighs heavily, staring at her laptop. "Whats the matter baby?" he asked, with as much concern as he can muster before the caffeine from his morning coffee has kicked in. "I need a girls night," she said simply, looking up at him with her big beautiful brown eyes. "Yeah," h...
Genzo and Shinnosuke both agreed that the strangest thing Noboru had ever asked them to do in all the long years they'd known him was to find stud service for his woman. Off the tops of their heads, they conjured up four or five men who would be professional about the task and instructed them to be at the loft by eight o'clock in the morning. Ryuzo would joi...
"We all agree then. Mark has the potential. Right?" Both Melanie and I nodded in agreement. "That being the case, John you need to train him up. Do what you can to build some ego in him. I was thinking we could place ads for college women to participate in some sex therapy research at my clinic. Hell, I could even apply for a couple of research grants. "A...
Jarrik's last memories of Boston were neatness and politeness. The stainless steel tweezers to turn the needle for the suture were sparkling. The boundaries of the surgery site were formed by straight lines of medical tape. Skin was inside the rectangle. Outside the rectangle was a blue sheet with the fold marks from storage. The anesthetist was sitting on a...
As soon as Gardner was out off sight, Tanya went over to the bookcase and turned off the video camera. She had a sense that the day's events would be worth preserving, so she set up the camera is a spot that would take in the entire room. She set it running when Gardner knocked on the door. Sure, there was a lot of extraneous footage but sometimes one had to...
In full disclosure, the following is not my first transgender surgery. I had my Adam's Apple shrunk in a previous surgery. However, that story was not one that led to lots of sex. Since this is a site for erotic stories, I have chosen not to share that surgery story. However, this one is about breast augmentation, which is a clearly sexual plot, and a fun se...
"...and the colored girls say, 'do, dee-do...'" I chuckle. "What?" She looks into my eyes, my rapidly glazing eyes; smiles. "It's funny what comes into your head." "Lou Reed? Yeah, kinda weird. Feeling any nausea?" "Not yet. Will I?" "I hope not but...sometimes the first time. Just a bit more." She finishes plunging the syringe. I'm feeling light and...