Pt.6 — The Road by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 6 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) – from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the si...
1876, the month of May. Sugar Plum, Texas, population who cares, 3 just recently though. Ghost Town in the year 2021... "RIDERS COMIN'. RIDERS COMIN'. " "Calm yerself Boy. I can see that for myself." Deputy Ira Grennen narrows his eyes to pierce the distance, stepping down from the towns creaking boardwalk for a better look. Coming from the local mercant...
The characters and events in this story are the inventions of the author's imagination. Any similarity to real individuals and events is purely coincidence. * * * * * We all have crosses to bear during our lives. If we're lucky we learn along the way to deal with our crosses and get rid of them. This story is about how I was able to get rid of one of my c...
To my readers, First of all I think I should apologize to the people that started reading my story, and whom I left hanging. Although I have a good reason for not continuing the story back then, I should have given notice, and I'm sorry I did not. When I resumed to the story I decided to revise the already submitted chapters, because to me some parts felt...
Bella sat with her husband, Clarance, trying to enjoy the fine spring weather. Unfortunately for her, Clarance had to ruin it with his boorish voice. "Andrew Johnson deserved to win the election!" he boomed, cake spewing from his mouth. Bella tried to hold back the disgust on her face. "What was that, dear?" "Have you not been listening to me, woman?" O...
Please note: There is no sex in this story for the first few chapters. - Virtual Atheist MIDNIGHT A Tale of Misfits, Colour, Education and Science PROLOGUE Hiya, I'm Usiku Wa Manane. Manni to my friends. Well, what's to say? I'm a less than typical Yorkshire lass with a less than typical life. It's basically been a journey from a slut to a princess and b...
"Tell me Lily, how are you liking your Westworld experience thus far?" "It's like a dream." I answer my husband James. He is standing between my parted legs with my petticoats bunched up around us like sea foam. The back of the dressing table I am perched on thumps against the wall as he steadily fucks me. I tip back the brim of James' black Stetson so I...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Olivia pulled off his scratchy wool tunic. It had covered him to just below his cute girly ass. It was uncomfortable to wear, made by Orcs. Yet for some reason it turned him on. His tiny sissy bump was now revealed to the world. It was erect, yet not quite two inches long. He...
Originally published in "The Discerning Gentleman's Weekly" Volume IX, number 20 Issue dated April 8th 1896 * I wonder, my friend, have you ever been bound? It is a marvellously liberating experience, with much to recommend it. Oh yes, I can well predict how you may be gazing at this page askance, wondering if these lines can possibly be written by the...
I was a strong, independent woman. Malcolm had been the first to tell me that. Now I said it every time I started to think I'd never get back to being the person I had been six months ago. Before my life was flipped upside down. Before when everything was going great. And yet, it was that same life I resisted returning to. I wanted to stay at the beach hou...