(The naughty bits can be found on page 4 - if that's too much first, well, you've been warned.) Jaime had been asleep for a couple of hours when he woke up because his wife prodded his shoulder. He half turned her way and she stroked his chest, so he snuggled up to her and used his left hand so push her nightgown up over her chest - undressing before maki...
After Kristina had set the schedule for the balance of the orgy, she felt she could now relax. So she went to collect Black Jack to have him pleasure her for the rest of the night while Pamela and Sally entertained the male attendees. This was the first time she was able to schedule fucking Black Jack, and she was looking forward to it. Kristina Vargas had...
It was late, well after one o'clock in the morning if she had to guess, and the alcove dark. Sam lay on her back, one arm across the pillow above her head, the other idly playing with the blanket while she watched her mate pace back and forth. His long legs took him four steps across the room before he turned with a little jiggle and retraced his steps. Ther...
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 size depicted in Woody Allen's "Giant Breast" skit in "Everything...
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...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll* *Reader-editors yet again, and quite a few. The faults remain mine* (Later Friday) "Having a bad day?" Pamela stopped our lesson. "I apologize. I am having trouble focusing on the lesson today,"...
This story is based on a real-life experience. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Those of you who know me know that I am an advocate of safe-sex practices. In this particular situation, however, things didn't quite work out that way. Thankfully, my wife and I haven't had to pay the price. We are doing better now at thinking with ou...
{This rambles, most of what I write does. Can't help it, I am 71 now, which means I get to if I want to.} +++ Hell, I wasn't early, I was right on time. It was a Wednesday, just another long day at work ended, so I went home. My name is Tom, the wife, June. Nothing special about either of us, she is a dishwater blond, packs about 10 stubborn pounds that s...
Billie worked on a proposal for the cattle and horse ranch novel and sent it off to Under the Tree Publishing with the working title of 'Into the Saddle." Her editor Jocelyn Winter emailed next day: "Hi sweet young woman. We accepted your proposal this morning. Gary our executive editor pointed out we have a publishing slot four months hence, so it's yours...
"Hello stranger!" Said this annoyingly familiar voice. She'd always wondered, always had that thought at the back of her mind, would she know him if she heard him? The really annoying thing was that the answer was yes. She'd have known it any crowd. Worse, it made her smile. 15 years and two words had her smiling!! Now what idiot would even talk to someon...