Author's Note: This story involves a fictional company with a fictional website. ***** Having a major pregnancy fetish, but not wishing to find a man and become pregnant, I found the following pregnancy simulation kit on the internet. I was highly aroused by the idea. It was more than I wanted to spend, but my fetish won and I ordered anyway. Only 2 days...
For background on just how Jonah got himself where he is and an introduction to the dystopic paradise that put him there, please see Chapter 1. This chapter has a bit more exegesis, but you'll find some juicy bits lurking in here as well! -PB _______ Jonah lay on the narrow bed, arms held snuggly to its sides, feet secured to its base. He could wiggle his...
"Odette, bring hot water, it has begun!" Aunt Catherine's voice reached through the house, and the sound of her servants' feet could be heard running to and fro in the long halls. Alexandra had been patient during the final stages of her confinement, but now just wanted it all to be over. It was winter, the house was bleak in the cold and snow, and the fina...
Sam set his phone down on the nightstand and settled into bed. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. It had been a long day. His job was ramping up into its busy season. Lots of late nights and weekends. That wasn't the problem though—he had been at that job long enough to deal with its stresses. The problem was his wife. Well, that wasn't quite...
Chapter 04: Lessons in Restraint and Decorum 'Ravenscourt.' The gatepost sign catches the last light of the setting sun as the hansom cab drives past it. The letters are faded and nearly unreadable, but I know them well. It was the manor at Ravenscourt that took me in, suckled me, taught me to do useful work, and raised me into a woman. If I felt stifled th...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...
"You are too beautiful!" Martin snarled from his bed. The way he frowned as he spat out the words, Chloe knew for certain that this was not intended to be a compliment. Sitting primly in her chair opposite the hospital bed that Martin was confined to, she let her eyes roam over the room. Above the bed was a bar suspended from the ceiling that enabled him t...
St. Louis is a town that I have not been back to since I graduated college over 20 years ago. When the opportunity came up to go a work convention in my old stomping ground I jumped at it. Even though most of my friends are not living in the area, I still wanted the chance to relive my youth. The one person that I do know that still calls St. Louis home is...
Ch 3: PARTINGS: The Art of The Deal I took a deep breath standing in front of our—Jerry's and mine -- house. It would become hard to accept or think of this as mine alone. The next steps would be the toughest. Yes, I was home, but I felt so alone. A full week away at a National Service Induction Center had one plus. I lost a few pounds and toned my muscles...
Friday April 25, 2003 11:30 PM Tom's mind was focused on what he had to do when he got home. Pack his clothes and load the bike into the back of his truck. He also thought about the note he planned to leave for Lisa. He was trying to decide on the wording of the note when he came up on a car that had slowed to make a left turn. Tom slowed, waiting for the...