Note: This is inspired by the story "Your Wishes Delivered" by Jason at The Changing Mirror. * Abazeel rolled over in the lumpy motel bed, knocking several empty travel-sized bottles of booze off as he did. He woke up, tried to sit up, and regretted it instantly as his head throbbed. "Gods damn it!" He moaned, holding his pounding head. He struggled to t...
She woke with a start! It was dark in the room except for the thin thread of light, cast by the moon, which painted its way across the foot of the bed. Her body was damp with sweat. Her hands were wedged between her legs, and her fingers twitched upon her oozing sex. She trembled as the orgasm caused by her unremembered dream subsided. She willed herself, u...
This is a continuation of the "Life's Cruel Irony" series. --------------------- As the sun rose on December 22nd Doris was sipping her coffee as she thought about her to do list. The final dusting and cleaning needed to be completed. Much of the vacuuming and dusting was tasked to Royce. She was relieved that he had recovered so well. The prognosis in tho...
My name is Tom Rogers and I'm 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. Our two kids, a son and a daughter, are both at MU and both are going to become doctors, following in the footsteps of their grandfather and me. We hav...
I met my wife in a way that was pretty common in my era. I was walking across campus at the University of Colorado in February and noticed a girl with a very cute smile walking in the other direction. Only her face was visible in the hooded parka but one glance was enough to pique my interest. I watched for her in subsequent days as I headed for that class a...
Just at the crack of dawn, the driver stopped long enough for my captor to put a dark heavy hood over my head, and then we drove some more. Eventually I heard the sound of a large metal gate opening. I could smell the fresh sea air and heard the sound of a few gulls. No bets, this was probably the old sewage plant that May had spoken of. Taken inside, my h...
Author's note: I know it's been a while since I've written and even longer for another part to the series, but I should be witting more frequently in about a fortnight to a months. This one is for Infinitestrings. I know there's a lot of you asking for requests on Mariah for feet fetish or anal, some even both, but Infinitestrings was the first. The story is...
To all the people who are reading this- THANK YOU. I am so sorry this on has takn so long! The next few chapters will come allot faster now that I have a wonderful editor- Sheryl- who was able to waft through the grammar errors and mak sense of my madness. Thank you Sheryl- you are amazing! Please keep commenting and voting- I love that you all care enough a...
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Chloe Tzang © 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a revie...
The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris. Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recogniz...