Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. - Author's note: I am recovering from repeated surgeries on both arms to correct a degenerative nerve condition. To write this, I use voice to text software which isn't always accurate. As my recovery will take considerable time, I have decided to continue writing and give my bes...
I really am a truck driver. But for fun I write some fun stories. Try not to be so mean on the holidays. It's just a bit of fun. Lighten up. I hope everyone has a lovely Christmas. ***** Santa's Sleigh Has Eighteen Wheels, part 1 George Santos stared at the pictures of his naked wife in the arms of another man. The private detective did an excellent job o...
With announcements having been made, it was time to get things organized. The more Audrey and I talked about it, the more we felt being married the day before Ella, was not a good idea. It would steal some the glory from their day, it was not our first marriage, to a degree ours was more a formality. She and I kicked around the idea of being wed on the 4th,...
They were the best of breasts. They were the worst of breasts. They were the worst because they were so fucking big and everybody wanted to play with them and it kept 38-year-old Hilda Humper pretty damn busy. Hilda was the type of lady that was not busy fighting them off either. She was busy finding time to fit as much sex into her busy schedule as possibl...
Pt.2 — Under Soiled Doves' Wings by Paul Gerard (a pen name) Part 2 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 be...
"Holy shit, look at those!" Andrew said out loud into his full face helmet, as he rode by the small plexiglas bus shelter. He loved to ride his 1987 Triumph Bonneville to work, in the summer time. It was an old bike with lots of battle scars, but it was his last claim on his youth, since settling down to raise a family. He did his best to keep it running, fr...
I was browsing through an older section of my music collection the other day and came across a gem of a song that I hadn't paid any mind to recently and listening to it, I was reminded of some of the old whitewashed farmhouses I knew of growing up in the woods of Maine. They are nestled among endless field stone walls and overgrown paths through thickets of...
If you're new to the story, please start at chapter 1. For an easier reading experience, I've combined two chapters into one, so this one's a little longer. Remember to rate and comment, I love hearing your feedback! *** I had more exciting experiences again over the next two weeks. On some days, I would engage in more roleplay with Mr. Goldman, lettin...
*Disclaimer: This story contains recurring characters from my other stories. If you'd like to read their introduction you can do so in the story An Odette Duet. If this doesn't bother you and your interest is in lactation, expansion, and girl x girl themes, then read on. Thanks!* ***** LAN Party Part 1 Word Count: 6302 "Pari. . ." "No, I'm not ta...
...wherein a quiet dawn re-ignites passions, battle lines are drawn, and a communique is delivered. And the day had started off so well, too. Just a few short hours ago, Vicki had been roused awake to the weight of her identical twin's naked body shifting atop her own. Vicki blinked the sleep from her eyes to see Cassie above her, straddling her stomach,...