Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Lisa had dressed casually for the drive to visit her mother. Regardless, she was as stunning as ever. There had been some plastic surgery, but not much, mostly modest implants. Yes, her left leg had been amputated, too. She had considered that cosmetic, but she would tell people a...
"Carry my bags in and put my things away." "How'd the bitch boy do?" Diego asked when they came in and he giggled at Ben's red shoes and belt. "He did fine. Some skaters jammed an ice cream cone in his ear." Diego laughed loudly. "Oh shit, did you get a picture?" "No, I wasn't there. He should have taken a selfie though." "Punish him!" Diego bellowed lo...
I want to thank my editor SlaveGirl70 for her assistance making a hopefully good story better. I always appreciate candid comments and constructive feedback. If you like this story, please rate it. High ratings are an incentive for me to write more stories. ======== It was ten o'clock Friday, and I had just finished a business dinner at the Lola Bistro in...
"On behalf of Air Canada, the crew and I would like to welcome you all to Vancouver. The local time is eight in the evening, and it is a reasonable December evening hovering right around zero degrees." With the end of the captain's announcement, the inefficient ritual began with among the passengers, many who seemed to stand all at once in an effort to recl...
"I am so very sunburnt." Molly Indrabooty winces heavily at an aching rash of peeling skin. Within the confines of her bedroom she examines herself thoroughly in her dresser mirror. Completely nude at the moment learning swiftly that underwear or anything tight hurt like a bitch. She knew the possibilities when she and her family joined the Houser clan at s...
Her boss always brought her along on these trips to these boring conferences. She knows it is because when he is trying to get a better deal from the sales guy from whatever company, the sales guy (and it is almost always a guy) will be distracted by the pretty part-time receptionist who usually doesn't do much but answer the very occasional now that everyon...
I've always enjoyed cooking... but a few years ago my creative juices started flowing more and more into the development of my kitchen skills. When we remodeled our kitchen, we put in large double ovens, more refrigeration space, more burners in my cooktop and lots of marble countertops. With this setup, I can cook up a storm! We're like most people these d...
Reda pulled up her hood and wandered into the Last Stand Tavern. She was glad to be away from her family, elven nobles do nothing but look down on half-elf bastards. Reda had inherited her father's slender grace but also retained her mother's curves. Not that she knew who her mother was. The Half-Elf looked around the bar and sighed. There were some beauti...
Once upon a time there was a young woman called Goldilocks. Now, you might think she was called so because of her beautiful head of bright yellow hair, but the truth of it was, the people who'd given her the name had never actually seen her. Goldilocks was a thief. The media had started calling her Goldilocks because no lock could stand before her -- indeed,...
Chapter 12 An evening with Joanne and Pete The next day of course was the day we were hosting Joanne and Pete. I was in two minds about it. I hoped that Susan wasn't going to be too keen on, as she considered it, getting her own back, on Joanne for the way she got her to undress and walk around the flat. I thought I had better try and soothe her 'savage be...