Note from the author: Hi again everyone. I thought I would give storytelling one more try. Back with a contemporary setting this time, using some adapted memories from my youth. I hope you all have a good read. **** CVPH Plastic Surgery, Reconstructive & Hand Surgery **** "All right, Noel, enough showing off... it's obvious your left hand has fully regaine...
Author's note: This week I wanted to do something that was just for fun. No heavy emotions, no deaths just a hoot. I know that in the real world there's no such thing as an OND. But wouldn't it be great if there was? # # # # # # # # # # # # I glanced around the room and saw nothing. It was too dark. Even though I couldn't see, I could still feel and the s...
Note: When I started on this, I actually intended to do some corrections on a previous submission of mine. However, the thing developed its own dynamics and became a new story. Therefore, what I now have is a story inspired by an elder submission, but it does not have much to do with it anymore. I decided not to change the names, so, if you are one of those...
Chapter 1 Now that he had Yvonne's panties, Josh's mission, besides enjoying her company and fucking the shit out of her tight, talented white puss, was to make her fall so much in love with him, and make her so addicted to his attention, his body and his cock that he could turn her against her husband and use her against Steve. He intended to systematical...
Jarrik's last memories of Boston were neatness and politeness. The stainless steel tweezers to turn the needle for the suture were sparkling. The boundaries of the surgery site were formed by straight lines of medical tape. Skin was inside the rectangle. Outside the rectangle was a blue sheet with the fold marks from storage. The anesthetist was sitting on a...
CHAPTER 1 Angela Cherrington left the party disgusted after she'd gone into the family room and saw a guy with a beer bottle hanging from his bared butt and two middle-aged nude women on the floor going at it, head to tail. She left seeking a bed at her girlfriend's home, annoyed her parents continued to have revolting parties. The only child's parents wou...
Chapter 1. It's been dark for hours now, and I'm still walking down long city blocks carrying my two suitcases. It's way too warm to be wearing much of anything, but I've got my raincoat on to protect me from the stinking weather. And I mean the word stinking literally. My coat is covered in slime from a really awful dank and oily mist. A summer fog with so...
I can't help bouncing with happiness waiting for John, sore from last night or not I'm fertile. I smile up at Francis as he walks over he had felt really good last night. Judging by his returning smile he feels the same way about me. "Hi Catchada, to be honest I thought you would be hobbling around your house for a day or two after last night." I giggle nor...
-The faint soul demurs- ~1~ Late autumn leaves that had drifted in from the surrounding hills would occasionally come to life, stir crablike and scrape across the concrete surface of the prison yard. Attorney Bud Schultz entered the main gate along with a small number of visitors. He had come early at 8:30 A.M., just after prisoners' roll call, so that he...
Truth Cries from the Semen, a Metaphysical Journey ====================== Author's notes. Almost a narrative, the story recounts in first person a melancholic intellectual young woman's self-discovery journey from naïve "real world" pornography exposure to her ominous choice to throw herself, all at once, into an entire night of visceral fetishistic group...