A Latex Crossdressers Dream. Part 8. "Rubber wife's Rubber Party Plan" I woke up early the next morning refreshed. I was quite an active guy so only needed a good 6 hours and I was good to go. I had left the girls downstairs and gone to bed and when I awoke there was no sign of the girls. Only 2 more empty wine bottles so I suspected they had gone to bed dr...
This is a one-off dystopian story featuring penis worship and distension. Due to the plot and setting, it is categorized as Sci Fi & Fantasy. You could accurately call this a "lurid cautionary tale." [TRIGGER WARNING] Oliver is a fictitious character, and the narrative style expresses Oliver's incredibly offensive, and possibly disturbing, thoughts and opi...
Did you ever have someone push your buttons to the point that you were staring into the face of doing something you'd never thought you would do? Well, that's where I am right now, staring at three cans of gasoline that I'm getting ready to load into the trunk of my car. I can't believe I let him push me to the point that I'm willing to take this chance....
I remember as a child how war was presented to me. Like most children my first experience of war was through film. Those scripted pieces of supposed art that were as naïve as I was. Where the hero vanquished scores of enemies without so much as a scratch before setting off into the sunset. Oh how I admired those heroes when I was young and ignorant to the re...
Jessica stroked Hank's muscular thigh with one hand in a distracted manner as she thought about what they had been discussing. He lay on the small bed with his arms behind his head as he watched her think. Again he was struck by how deeply she would consider information before reacting. Also her constant need to touch him made him feel good, it was just a s...
Author's Note: You know back in Chapter 3 when I said it would probably be the longest? Yeah, I lied, this beats that out by a good thousand words and I doubt these chapters are gonna get shorter any time soon. Also, apologies for any errors since I probably missed several. * Emily stretched, waking from her wonderful sleep. At her side, Rebecca slept her...
Dear readers If you're looking for a stroke story, you won't find it here. Also, this story is dark and bittersweet. Some of the dialogue and images may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. As always the only payment I receive are your comments and votes— I appreciate both. So, curl up with that special person, give them a big kiss...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
Thanks to Waratah for his assistance. 'Back of Bourke' is Australian slang for 'the middle of nowhere'. Bourke does actually exist -- it's a town in New South Wales. ~~~~~~ 'You claim you want to meet a man, and yet you dress like a fifty year old lesbian,' Kerry remarked, inspecting my outfit. I was standing in her doorway wearing what were euphemistic...
Scott Gordon hesitated at the bedroom door. Should he step out into the hall and confront his two teen-age daughters? Or, should he let pass the fact that they were sneaking back into the house at five o'clock in the morning? Their normal curfew was twelve o'clock, but his wife Sandy had talked him into letting them stay out later for the end of school year...