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....
After Jill had kissed her lover good bye, we showered, had a hearty breakfast, and took coffee on the porch. "Well!" She declared. "All is well. Very well." "I don't know where to begin." "Watching you with him was like having a threesome for the first time. It's been so long." "It was so much better than the others it might as well be the first." "I...
(((I wrote this story for a friends birthday as a gift))) Jay Starly was the kind of man others saw as perfect, tall, dark and handsome, born to wealth and prestige, he had it all. By thirty he was the vice president of his families company and by thirty-five he was CEO. Jay could have any woman he desired it seemed but he was never satisfied with the thron...
Day of the sale He stood at the kitchen window, peering through the blinds. He looked past the now empty hummer feeder; "Always a waste of water", he had argued with his wife, and over the now neglected flower beds. Instead, he saw the milling crowd gathered in the driveway and disappearing around the corner as a single line he knew waited at his front doo...
Bright lights, warm evening, downtown in Indianapolis by myself. Well, sort of by myself. The other two dozen guys were back in the rec center getting ready for the last night of our two weeks trip to the New Mexico where we had hiked the mountains. We had seen all the sites, bought souvenirs, unfortunately I have to admit we shoplifted a couple for exciteme...
I reached the airport at 4:15pm sharp. The flight from New York was due to reach Houston at 4:05pm and I would still be early taking into account the time for the deplaning. I can't say that I was nervous or over-excited but neither was I calm and completely collected - somewhere in between you could say, in a state of anticipation. All through my car ride...