Put down those torches and pitchforks folks, I've seen the light!! Last month, I posted a Legends Day piece called "Beyond a Shadow." That led all four of my regular readers to tell me that they expect happy endings. Fortunately, my buddy Rick, who is now going under the handle "Blue Devil" (something to do with basketball and the Research Triangle, not Sa...
This story is one of the Tales from The Shack, and is posted In LW to keep it with the others. This works fine as a standalone, though it precedes "Gun Gun Teddy Bear." I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and PCB for editing and beta reading, and to Luedon for Australian slang ass...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to appreciate this tale. Friday, November 2 In the dim light of 5:30 as a cell phone alarm sounded Mary Claire reached across Carol to turn it off. With her long hair flying across my arm and face she rolled back to me with her breast pushing my shoulder, "Sorry, I've got to get up...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to appreciate this tale. I apologize for the length of time between this chapter and the last one. * Thursday afternoon and evening, October 26 Cheryl Babcock walked out of my office as I approached it from the elevator. She turned and looked at me, "I just left the coffee carafe a...
Yrba's Travels, Pt.11 — Oil To The Flames by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 11 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 a...
Beck was out of sorts for the next few days and retreated to her cabin, before gradually migrating back to Watson’s bed. The brush with the knife-wielding youth had cast a pall over her joie de vivre and the trauma was taking time to ebb away. Watson sat back patiently while Beck licked her spiritual wounds, steering Aurora far offshore to put the experience...
Note: This story has lots of exhibitionism, a bit of light bondage, and a hell of a lot of cheap shots against wannabe literary critics and the anonymous trolls that we all love to hate. I will admit it is not the most original themed story I have ever written but still fun in my opinion. As always, if these things are not your thing, seek life elsewhere. Yo...
Note: This is a long story, and while it does have some sex, there is only a little and the story is not centered around the sex. It is primarily about the issues of a person coping with issues related to a non-consensual gender reassignment, and includes lesbian relationships. Pat tries to put a life back together again and find love after a life changing e...
I awoke with a terrible need to use the bathroom. If I had still lived in my nice little house on the cull-de-sac, I would have gotten right up. Since I no longer lived there, and since the distance from my bed to the bathroom was about twenty-five feet of bone chilling cold floor, I lingered in the bed. Coal stoves are pretty to watch and cheap to run, but...
IN THE BEGINNING The city limits were perhaps thirty miles away and rain clouds loomed behind him as Matt Weaver picked up his walking pace although aware he couldn't outpace a wind-driven rain. Matt figured it was better to get soaked later than sooner. He heard a vehicle slowing. It could be the cops. The highway was pretty deserted because it was not qu...