*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. Chapter 14 Todd woke up at eight thirty and went down to the kitchen. He spun the last of the pizza dough, then quickl...
This is a sequel to Rope and Veil. As with that story, any mistakes or misunderstanding of the issues facing PWD communities are mine and mine alone; and I hope I don't cause offence. A key element of the story was inspired by Pascale Honore, a woman with paraplegia. Use your favourite search engine. --ooo OOO ooo -- "Alex, take me down to the sand, be m...
Author's note: It's been a while since I posted the last part of Calm, this has everything to do with life getting in the way, but also with a wonderful lady who reached out to me after picking out my stories. It's a wonderful compliment to get when someone says your story has help believe a bit more in the community again. She has spent the time to read th...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
Elena got into the car wondering what Joy Martinez was like. She practiced in her head what she was going to say to the woman but everything sounded false even to her. She still didn't understand why Cristiano didn't compel the woman into marrying him and asked him again for an explanation. "You compelled me," she said. "Yes but you were not my true mate,"...
All characters are 18 years old or older. This work is in honor of both Veteran's Day and the U.S.A.'s withdrawal of its last combat troops from Afghanistan, who arrived back home a couple of weeks ago. ----------------- The first step off the airplane was a doozy. Not because it was steep, or because it had been a twelve hour flight. No. It was because...
Ch. 2. A little performance for the boys: Pam awoke Sunday morning to an empty bed. This was not unusual. Bob always got up before her to get ready for school and left the bathroom open for her to get ready for work during the week. When she decided to get up, she noticed a large note taped to the bedroom door. She removed the note and headed to the kitchen...
While Mark was going through his night time ritual and sleeping Lisa was at CC's getting licked to orgasm after orgasm by Stephanie. The more she learned about sissies the more she knew it was what she had always wanted. She had never been with a such a pretty girly girl like Stephanie, and definitely never with anyone who was that good with a tongue. The th...
The Guardian I sat on the bed for an unknown period of time while Byer worked in another room. Lara and I continued to talk. She seemed pretty interested in Earth and what it was like so I shared stories about the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone National Park, the Pacific Ocean, the beach, skiing in the local mountains, and other activities I'd done over my lifet...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Zamuel woke up to the beeping of his morning alarm. Despite having a king-sized bed all to himself, he always woke up curled up and around Snugglebutt. This time a tad sticky in the crotch as his semen dribbled out of the toy once he softened and slipped out of it. It wasn't as d...