Section 19 Aaron surprised his self at how quickly he could move. He was off the table, straightening his clothes and lifting Chelle down in less than a second. Surprising himself at how rational and organized his thinking was, he had her slip the gown on, be seated in the chair and then tossed a sheet to cover her bottom half. He stepped to the door, runni...
His name was Dennis Shafer. When he was fourteen, he was five foot five and weighed one ninety. Now, at age twenty, he was five foot nine and weighed two sixty. He wasn't 'big boned' or 'stout'. He was fat. His parents were both fat. He figured it was genetics. He never had a date all through high school. The only thing he did right was, he became the drum...
Dan hated to go shopping with his wife. They had been married twenty years and he knew the trip would be just like the last hundred or so. She needed clothes: old lady, boring lady, church lady clothes. God, how it sucked! Just once he hoped that she would find her way into Victoria's Secret, or even the lingerie aisle at Kmart. But never any luck with C...
Another day late for work, with the new sensation of my cock cage lumbering under my panties, my hair still plastered down to my head from my session with my Mistress and the feeling of my hairless legs and ass under the silky material of my panties. The strong smell of my wife's feminine moisturizer, making a silent announcement of my new found femininity,...
Lord Sinawali glided her speeder to a stop on the hillside overlooking the glacial fissure on the planet Hoth guarded and patrolled by a full battalion of the enemy Republic's finest. Sitting behind her on the speeder, Captain Quinn shivered and tightened his arms around her waist. She felt his chest shudder against her back as he suppressed his sneeze. The...
The torches ignited one by one as she began to descend the stairs, each flaring up as she approached and extinguishing itself as she passed. She felt their warmth against her face and felt the cold stone through her slippers. Her steps did not echo down the narrow passageway, the only sound a cool draft whistling up from the darkness. She stretched her hands...
Project Lucky "How's he taking the altercation," a question formed from one of the fuzzy images of a woman as she approached him. "Are his vitals still healthy?" "He seems to be excelling in every test our machine can throw at him," came another echoing voice from the side. She stepped into Lucky's view as another out of focus figure. This all seemed famil...
Psyche gasped for air. Monstrously large hands gripped her throat. She searched for an escape from Hyde's death grip. The beastly villain had her on her back over the edge of the skyscraper. "Why do the bad guys always pick tall buildings to fight on," she wondered as her long copper hair fluttered in the warm night air. His fetid breath sickened her. "To...
I looked at the broken floor below me, realizing that I was an idiot. This wasn't something any sane person would do. In fact, anyone with a measurable amount of common sense wouldn't have come near a place full of rusted metal and broken floors. Looking across the way, the small kitten stared at me, almost as if he were mocking me. "I hate cats," I mutter...
Collin's trip to Las Vegas back in 1997 was courtesy of Mira MiLady's Oven Roasted Chicken. One of his guilty pleasures in life was reading Inventor Today magazine, a publication that could almost be considered trash pulp for the MENSA crowd. It's glossy pages were plastered with badly pixilated images of new invention patents juxtaposed to articles on how t...