**** -- CHAPTER 5: Malibu -- **** *-- JUNE, MANHATTAN, NEW YORK --* I'd come back to America for a reason, and that reason was to put my old life back together. I knew I wasn't ready to see Taylor just yet, so a trip to Malibu would have to wait a little while. In the meantime, reconnecting with Ashlyn and Joey was priority number one. At the same time,...
Deftly backing the trailer into the spot where the guard said to, I climb down from the tractor, unlatch the fifth wheel, disconnect the air and electrical lines, and lower the landing gear. "Damn," I mutter, looking at the darkening sky, "I hope it doesn't start to rain!" Climbing back in the cab, I pick up the satellite unit I use to communicate with the c...
Author's note: I am thrilled to have gotten a lot of positive comments and votes on my very first story, Sierra's Amazing Mouth. It means a lot to know that it was enjoyed by so many people! This is something a little different, and I hope you find it exciting. All characters have been pulled into existence from the erotic ethosphere for your personal ple...
This is a story about a young Marine Corps pilot during the era between the Korean War and the Viet Nam War. Reading the previous parts will lead to a better understanding of the plot and the characters. * First Lieutenant Melissa McDermott sat at her desk reading a draft of the Annual Personnel Status Report for the Air Wing. There was a rap on her door....
By Katherine English and Captain Dee * * * * * Katherine: I trembled…ever so slightly. Sitting on the wet tiles, I watched Him labor between my thighs in the muted steam of the shower. His fingers were gentle… so gentle as they slipped between my "lips", stretching them outward as he passed the blade over my sex, erasing my auburn thatch and leaving my...
Part 12 — Eruption by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 12 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 and ultimately beyond th...
Author's Note: This is another short story that I've written. With this story, I wrote this one back in 2010 and I pretty much left it alone. Today, during a session of "spring cleaning", I had found this story on one of my old, unused floppy disks. Rather than let the story go to waste, I decided to submit it. If you like to leave a comment, please do. I r...
Short and to the point: This is a Breast Expansion Fetish story. If B.E.'s not up your alley, then you probably shouldn't bother with this tale. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren Song: The Final Chord by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~~~~~~~~~~~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2014-06-01 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot fo...
I was sitting in my office when I saw her standing in my doorway. There had been a long trip through time and life to be able to say that one short sentence. In fact, I had come to believe that I would never see my wife again. I guess I need to explain. I'll start at the beginning and try to keep it short. My name is Francis (Monte) Moody. Where and how I...
This story was co-written by MarshAlien and tickledkitty and is our entry for the 2008 Valentine's Day Story Contest. We hope you enjoy it and welcome feedback. Please don't forget to vote! * "I'll tell you what really frosts my cookies. We're out there 24/7, 365 days a year, busting our cherubic little butts, and we get into December and it's all Santa Cl...