Copyright © October 2019 by CiaoSteve CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings a...
This is an Entry in the Valentine Day Contest, please give it a good vote if you enjoyed the story! Abasiophilia - Wheelchair Sex on Valentine's Day Abasiophilia is defined as sexual arousal derived from viewing or sexually interacting with a person who has limited mobility, such as an individual wearing a cast or using crutches or in a wheelchair. ........
Author's Note: This is a stand-alone story that is part of a larger series about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie's various adventures. In th...
Chapter 19: Realizing the Dream It had been a week since Destiny had revealed the envelope and tossed it on the table. Since then, she had spoken with Maria twice and even reached out to Bree. She wanted to hear their thoughts and needed to express her feelings to other women. Of course, neither told her what they thought she should do. Yet, it was good to...
I was awoken by the smooth and luscious sensations of Ellen's tongue around my cock. Since I had begun this relationship with my mother and my Quartermaster, I have found myself enjoying the varying techniques that they both utilize to satisfy me. My mother seems fond of a more tender approach. I can tell by the way she seems to understand my body as if it w...
Chapter Fifty-Four ELENA I sat at the head of the table. Mom and Huntiata sat to my left, and Feractian and Jonias sat to my right. Candles illuminated the walls and ceiling, but the light was dimmed, each aura dying into darkness before it could touch another. Shadows played along the faces of those at the table, painting dramatic contrasts about the stru...
The Coalition fleet would have been an impressive sight even in pre-Thanatos times. But almost all the world's military might destroyed, having so many warships in one place was simply breathtaking. As the ageing Kamov helicopter carrying General Volk flew low over the choppy grey waters of the Firth of Forth, he couldn't help but be in awe of what they'd a...
Once inside the home's entry hall, Valentina stopped and let her hand drop from Misty's waist. "On your knees pet." She said softly. Misty quickly got into her customary kneeling position, but groaned in pain as her knees hit the traditional Mexican tile floor. She had been on her knees for hours and the pain had grown to be rather intense. "I'm more reli...
"I... fucking... hate... this" I groaned to myself in the rhythm of my footsteps on mud. I had been jogging a couple of months now and it still felt like the worst thing of my life. Not just the burning muscles and gasping lungs, but the knowledge that my best years are over. In my youth everything was easy, my body required no long term attention, a spray o...
Part 10 -- The Sponsors Dinner Prolog: If you haven't already read the prior chapters I strongly recommend you read all the prior "Passion for the Game" stories first, so this makes more sense. If you're too impatient for that, let me give you a little context. Carrie is a newcomer on the professional volleyball circuit, and is teamed up with Tanya, wh...