Nailing a job at the big fishery in town was a good way to start off the summer of 2010. I didn't know much about the fish, but that wasn't my job. My job was the chemistry of the business, and that's the way I liked it to be. Throughout high school, my chemistry and physics teachers would make jokes about the other side of the science wing, where the biolog...
Hank ran the old saying though his mind, "My worst day hunting is better than my best day at work." The version he originally heard involved fishing instead of hunting, but he guessed it was one of those things where you could substitute one activity for another. His worst day hunting, yeah, that phrase could describe any of the three days he spent over the...
Dear friends-earlier this year, I befriended Nurse Sally, also an author here. We wrote to each other every day, and shared many fantasies. I consider her a great, dear friend. One thing we did, was to write stories for each other exclusively. I wrote this story for Sally in June and I sent it to her as a gift. Last week I asked her if I could share it with...
My name is Worth, Penny Worth, and I love being in bondage, yep I know that's a conversation stopper but it is the truth! It all started when I was child by my reckoning, my mother leaving me in a harness on a dog chain to stop me wandering away when she was doing housework or working round the garden! It was done with the best of intentions by loving paren...
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...
Who do we follow?What's next? A boy A girl What's next? A boy A girl...
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...