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 Siren Song Extended — Menena's Comeuppance by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2013-11-16 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to Coff...
DISCLAIMER: The following tale is completely fictitious. If there is a real sorority named Gamma Lambda Kappa, it is not to be confused with the one described here. ***** I stood in awe at the large yet somehow cozy sorority house that I had just entered. Before me was a curved staircase leading up to a short railed hallway with a single door that I presum...
It was a Saturday in the middle of August and the second day of sunshine. Monica had raced around the house in a frenzy with the vacuum cleaner, then sweated over the ironing of her husband's white shirts for next week. She abandoned the ironing of her own blouses and stepped out into the garden in the midday sun. Looking up she saw a cloudless sky of electr...
Chapter 9: The Feeders In the back room of a country and western bar named Harley's, far out on the edge of town, two beefy fists were clenched together, straining with their every ounce of strength. Their palms were pressed together, pushing mightily in opposite directions. Two sets of bulging biceps were tensed to near the breaking point, and two elbows w...
The manager of the equestrian college was confused. He'd seen Lulu, the stable-girl, busying herself by the new stable block earlier, but now he needed to talk to her about something, she was nowhere to be seen. Entering the low building, he thought he heard a suspicious noise. Creeping further in, he headed for the tack room. What he saw through the sligh...
My wife and I were high school sweethearts. Kimberly was a brilliant, lovely girl. With big breasts and long curly red hair. Academic and popular. I was nerdy, and smart. A bit to feminine to be handsome. I was shy and weak. Neither of us had been with other partners and our sex life was pretty vanilla going into our mid twenties. Mostly missionary style...
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, Part 7 — No Other Way by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2012-10-15 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and...
(Just a quick one to get it out of the way, clearing my mind for a new series, sorry it is so short.) A woman joins the herd Cheryl just had to get away from it all. A business deal had gone wrong, ruining her business. Intending to lie low, until the fuss died down, she booked a cottage that was cheap and available. No longer having a company car, she to...
She left the office late afternoon, stopped by her city apartment. Her Labrador, a rare fox-red male, loyally met her at the door and followed her as she gathered toiletries and clothes, tossing everything into a hand-painted canvas tote. Attaching his leash, she led him out and into the car. Tossing in the bag, she slid into the driver's seat, turned on the...
A mad, moaning wind ripped through me. I felt the ice-cold spines of a thousand frozen hailstones slam against my back. My collar was turned up and hat low. I wandered like a forgotten Russian ghost; alone in the snow and the ice and the desolation of the city. The storm had driven the mad, drunken micks inside. Good. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think....