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...
This is my first Contest Submission: SUMMER LOVIN'. The title of the contest sparked the idea for it. My muse and memories of summers-gone-by inspired it. One lonely spirit came to me and asked me to help set them free. I hope I succeeded. Please Read, Vote, and/or Comment. I love getting feedback and do take criticism into consideration. Enjoy and Thank You...
Waking up with a groan I look around for the chips. Morning sickness is a cruel master and it hit me early. Luckily the chips are just off the bed where they are supposed to be so I down a few to get my stomach to settle. Course moving isn't exactly feeling good, I'm still covered in bruises. Me winning that tournament is probably still a matter of shock to...
CHAPTER 9 The honeymooners returned to find the drought had broken, and the land throughout the Province of Marlborough at the top eastern end of the South Island of New Zealand was slowly regaining its greenness. Next morning, at their first morning tea as a household of three, Matt had just sat down. Patricia was pouring tea to eat with their scones whe...
Marcos and Kaarthen got to Grippe on the edge of the chaotic lands after the main gates had closed. "So, I thought you were important?" Kaarthen said noticing he wasn't even trying to present himself to the gate. "This close to the lands of chaos they don't speak to two people in black who stroll up after dark. Nevertheless, that doesn't matter. Let me as...
CHAPTER 1 Tired from the long flight from Australia where he'd been on a long working holiday after completing a lucrative management contract, Willis Westwood looked at the exhausted-looking young blonde standing in front of him and grinned as he always did at a pretty face above a pair of great looking tits... er natural ones. "Are you collecting for cha...
Author's Note: Thanks to Techsan and Lady Cibelle for their great editing assistance – they are the best! Enjoy! * WHAT PRICE PARADISE? "If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again." - Antonin Artaud I lay there in the tub, thinking how my life had gone bad so fast. Even now, two months later, I was st...
I awaken to the gradually brightening walls of the cabin. Confused and blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I lever myself up to sit on the edge of the bunk. It always takes a few moments to orient when I wake up in a strange bed, but I come to myself pretty quickly this time. I'm here! Today's the day! Giddy, I check the station net while I shrug out of the d...
Chapter 1 Suzee McCloud had left her home city in an effort to escape the unfortunate situation she was in. Some of the occasional females she engaged in sexual encounters with, would at some stage of the cuddling-plus would cry something like, 'Oh là là, Suzee' and she regarded that as unwelcomed branding. She didn't consider herself to be exclusively...
Chapter 1 The setting sun painted the surrounding hilltops a washed-out orange as the echo of three sudden gunshots penetrated the gloom to the valley floor. Standing outside of the farmhouse, freckle-faced and buxom Flossie (Florence) MacFie, conspicuous with masses of fading red-hair, made four unsuccessful sweeps through binoculars of the rugged foothi...