Georges equipment attracts the attention of Prostitutes and Nuns and then he is persuaded to make a left handed version. =================== Ada Monckton was a woman to be feared, a colossus of womanhood only five feet tall but reputedly twenty stone, and as leader of the Gateshead and Heaton branch of the Pubic Sector Workers Union her wrath was legendary...
“Tell us what you’re into,” the man in the white coat asked Brenda. His pen was ready for her answer, a clipboard on the desk before him. “And be honest.” Brenda only blinked at him. The man looked like her Uncle Frank, right down to the bald head and the alarming tufts of nasal hair. How could she confess her most intimate fantasies to someone who reminded...
Thank You to those who have emailed. Your support and interest keeps Me writing. If you wish to chat, please leave your email, as a lot of people who leave feedback sound really interesting... for those idiots who complain about My choice of genre, please grow up - a clear warning was posted at the beginning of chapter one. so its your problem for continuin...
Author's Note: This series was never intended to be a series and, even more than that, was never intended to have any character development or off-action chatter. So how this one came about is beyond me. It was inspired by a news report of an actual technological development: Electrodes that could be implanted under the skin at the base of the spine to foo...
CHAPTER 2 A bare bulb flashed to life, casting shadows across the walls of the damp basement. Mike unfurled a map from his backpack, courtesy of a reluctant Mindy. A week had passed since he and Kate had run out of hormone, and they were growing desperate. Dim lighting exaggerated the bags under both teenager's eyes and bleached their already pale faces. T...
Adapted from the short story: HE WHO SHRANK by Henry Hasse First Published in the August, 1936 issue of Amazing Stories * * * * * ONE It was a Friday night and I was late. The new boy I was dating, Todd, had originally set the time to pick me up at 7:00 p.m. and I had pushed that back to eight. We had reservations at a steak house at 9:00 p.m. I didn't...
"Over here!" Mitch and Lisa turned towards the sound of someone shouting at them, dragging their attention away from the thundering sounds of machines rumbling down the battle scarred road of what was once downtown Birchwood. "C'mon; get in here!" The dimension traveling scientists hurried over to what looked like a disguised entrance to their now half de...
I hear a snap. I open my eyes. Dizziness, the taste of cum on my breath, desperation, panic. I'm kneeling in a dark room. Pitch black, I can't see a thing. I can feel that I'm still wearing the corset, the wig, the skirt, all of it. My hands are folded neatly in my lap. I try to move them. I fail. Obviously. Whoever this crazy woman is, she has me entirely...
Dear Sirs, A few months ago my husband and I looked at all different brands of the vibration platform physical fitness machines displayed at a Baby Boomer Show. After testing all of the exercise positions shown on the visual guide (particularly the sitting ones), I decided that the smaller machine suited my personal requirements the best. I particularly lik...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Jack~~ Jack's eyes went wide. Half of Viktor's head was gone, just gone. The bloody gibs of brain matter and bone turned into tiny fires that faded into ash and embers before they even hit the ground. "Shit! Shit shit, what-" Julias put a han...