Urban Oddballs: Ivory Manor Edited by Thegreat_pretender "Whew, okay, it's all put together. Here we go!" Annry said as she struggled to lift Oeno's left breast onto the rolling high-handled cart. "Thanks for putting this together, Sarah. I'm not sure what we would have done if you weren't here," Oeno sighed as she grabbed onto the cart's handle. "Oh...
'It's not fancy, but it's nice', he assures himself not for the first time, as he looks nervously at the entrance. The bunch of daisies beside him beginning to look not as proud as they had half an hour ago when he arrived, wet palmed and heart racing. He's had time to cool a bit, and his shirt has had time to relax it's carefully pressed fabric, the anticip...
Edited by Thegreat_pretender Thursday-Through the Threshold "So then Carla busts in and the whole mood was ruined..." Muutan stated as she and Goalma walked to the dock. "Well shit... so, is Brick pretty big or what?" Goalma giggled, measuring the length of the man's dick by spacing her hands apart. "Well, to only be eighteen he's pretty large," Muut...
Chapter 1: The Marathon Early morning, southern California in early autumn, a lovely crisp Saturday, perfect running temperature. Her first marathon, now just ten minutes to the starting gun. Carrie had wheeled up and down the sidelines to warm up, felt reasonably composed mentally, and ready physically. She glanced down at her registration number: she'd...
Being born with a disability certainly has its drawbacks, but not everything was doom and gloom for me. I was born with spina bifida, a condition where the spinal cord doesn't develop quite right, and a gap or hole develops while in the womb. When I was born, I was disabled, and now, in my thirties, I'm just as disabled as the day I took my first breath. I...
This is a story for Halloween and an entry for the 2018 competition. Feel free to comment and vote. There are dark themes, although there are no ghosts, ghouls or Winged Horsemen of the Apocalypse here. It is a disturbing account of human behaviour under pressure - how does a person react under stress? Would you pick a fight or take flight? Without time to...
9 Reluctant to come fully awake, Victria dawdled her way between her subconscious mind and the provocation of her senses. Warm, cozy, her heart beating a lazy rhythm and her lungs filling with the fragrant beckoning of fresh air, Victria luxuriated in her stupor. She felt in motion too; a sensation of torpid rocking, advancing ever forward and side to side....
Sandra stood on the dock extending out over Lake Alexander watching the sunrise though the morning fog. Her crutches rested gently under each arm, a short tee shirt covered her upper body to just below her otherwise bare breasts, and a small thong of a bikini bottom hid little, and the legless left hip was smoothly shaped as she had always dreamed it should...
Tim Purdy balanced on his right (and only) leg and fished a pair of crutches out of the back seat of the Veteran's Administration transport van. The sun was scorching on this late July morning just outside Atlanta. "Thanks for the ride, Mike," he called. "No problem, Tim. Same time tomorrow, right?" "I'll be ready." Tim slid the van's door closed and c...
I awoke in an altogether different condition than on the previous occasions, except in that I was as nude as before. I was neither bound nor confined in a restrictive space. Instead, I was laying on a kind of padded ledge or built-in bench that was long enough to accommodate my body in a small room of perhaps 9 feet by 12 feet. It was not unlike a jail cell....