I want to give special thanks to my editor, Alabasterthighs. Her assistance is greatly appreciated. * I rolled into the office later than usual for a Wednesday morning. Fighting an uncharacteristic midweek hangover, I sat at my desk, booted up the computer, and played back the messages from the night before. Nothing urgent; at least, nothing that rated a h...
Chapter 1 Ian and Bernie and Moving When I was growing up in Toronto, a bunch of us kids at Lord Kitchener Elementary used to hang together almost every day. We lived in the west end of the city, near a golf course. In the summer, we played on the school grounds ... usually baseball. In the winter, when it snowed, we often took our toboggans to the golf cou...
Over the sounds of travel, I could hear their voices quite clearly while I was trussed up inside a zoo shipping crate. The trip was long, and I spent the time half aware, like in a fevered dream. From a hole in the top of the box, I would nurse fluid from a rubber nipple at the end of a bottle. When the bottle would empty, they would refill it while I slept...
Disclaimer/authors not: All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. This is my first story so criticism is wanted as long as its constructive. I make these stories based on what I want and my own sexual fantasies. Thank you 😊 . * To tell this story right I need to start at the very beginning, the time where I first started to question my se...
Author's note: Thank you, all of you, who have posted such encouraging comments, and contacted me directly. I am so sorry for the long delay, but life got in the way. A new university course, family, work, that sort of thing. All good things, if this story is a good thing, take time. Chapter 4 was going to be the last, but it just Topsied, so tis penultimat...
I never considered that day to be anything other than a typical Sunday morning, with the usual crowd or lack thereof, given that it was after all when half the population were asleep and the other half were probably dozing off in church while pretending to listen to some moron rail against the very sins that they committed the night before. Yeah, I'm a cynic...
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EDITED Chapter 5 Massage Therapy Nancy had been enjoying her new-found life with Paul, but she was finding it hard to balance with her previous commitments. She continued her long distance running and there were times when Paul would join her, but her pace was a bit slow for him and he wasn't interested in running more than five miles at a time. As part o...
Chapter 5 Earth side and back. Pissing on a mushroom at home is nearly orgasmic. Belly full of brats, potatoes and a new son or daughter growing inside of me. This really was the greatest honey moon I could have asked for. Then I heard Nuphies screaming in English and pissed all over my hands, pants and shoes, as I tried to put my dick away. I tried to p...