"But if you think I'll take a bullet for you, you're dreaming." The Mountain Goats, Stars Fell on Alabama That fall, you liked me more than corndogs and fairs and your burnt-orange Pontiac. Wrapping your arms around me, pinning me between you and your new paint job even as I warned you about the silver bits on my pockets and you didn't care about anythi...
She was strong when she needed to be: my initial impressions of Katherine was that she was brutishly powerful and yet at times as gentle as a butterfly. She was clever too: sharper than an axe with a wit that could cut through pathetic ripostes like a tropical storm would decimated sandcastles. She lived with my aunt because she worked on the farm; I lived...
Chapter 6 – Just visiting the nuthouse. Tom took it really well, he didn't faint or anything. He might have been a bit green when Andrea gave him a hug, but overall... My crazy life seemed to fascinate him, him only caring that I was happy with it. I guess he was just about ready for anything after all the energy tricks he had seen me do over the last mont...
This story follows on from an encounter between Jay, a young English naval officer home from service off of the Iraq coast, and Mrs Hazel Kellerman, a neighbour of his aunt, who is in her early fifties. I’ve written it as a split narrative; relating the tale first from Jay’s then from Mrs K’s perspective. This story is dedicated to ‘B,’ who is always a true...
Nicole dried herself with the fluffy terrycloth towel. Sitting at her makeup table she massaged lotion into her body to keep it soft, moist and supple. Once the lotion was absorbed she proceeded to dust herself with a light perfumed powder that made her feel smooth as silk. Nicole had picked out an emerald green form fitting floor length evening gown that ma...
Chapter 11 - Ignoring Megan was not exactly correct in her estimate, she had grown more than three inches. When I found her in the shed she was 8'7", and by the end of that month she was 9'1". Even before she stopped growing she broke the 1000 pound scale. The only reason I didn't need to stand on my tiptoes to reach her breasts was that they had grown to b...
Edmund Thackery stepped from his carriage and motioned for the horseman to move along to the stable. He was pleased to see the front door of his London residence on Hayden Street. It had been a madhouse in Parliament that day and he was glad to be home. It was a bad year to serve in the House of Lords. 1775 was coming to a miserable close and 1776 didn't see...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. * "This is just another example of why I hate being a teacher," Ms. Thompson said to herself, as she started her car and pulled out of her driveway. "Kids these days have no respect for authority as it is. Now they are going to make me chaperone the Hallowe...
The following story is fiction. Similarity to any person, place or incident is purely coincidental. Enjoy! Sadie read the name at least 10 times, a slight panic growing in her chest with each glance at her calendar, "Robert Brown...it's a pretty common name," she told herself, even though she knew that given the size of their small town, a second Robert B...
This is the forth of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK * Parker Lane woke up with an agonizing groan. He had rolled over and crushed his rock hard piss hard on, and the pa...