Pleural Effusion In Radiography Stories

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Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 03

by LadyJane on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

The day had finally arrived. The news spread quickly in Devon that the English Fleet had defeated the Spanish Armada, sending the Spanish ships staggering up the coast of Scotland and breaking up across the Atlantic. Sir Francis Drake’s heroism was solidified as word of his calm demeanor in the face of attack circulated. While playing a game of bowls on The...

Snow Day Pt. 01

by BubbleMonarch on Jul 27, 2020
Transgender & Crossdressers

Mayra twisted her dusky blue hair up into a neat bun and wrapped a scarf around her head. She knew it would be freezing outside, and she had trouble zipping up her coveralls because of all the layers she wore underneath. The coveralls had a thin seatbelt-like strap around the wings, which snapped shut over a scarf she'd wrapped around the base of her wings f...

It's Not Easy to Be a Love Goddess Ch. 07

by Cheleste on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Angela. My precious. My adorable little dolly. My cheerful imp. We had so much fun with her. She showed me the world in a new way every day, through her eyes. As she grew, I began to speak to her about the Mysteries. I began to instruct her about Love. I was able to help her along in ways I had not been helped. I understood this world we were in much bet...

Shipwrecked Into Slavery Ch. 04

by LadyJane on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

The last of the guests' carriages pulled away from the castle, and those who were staying at the castle retired to their allotted bedchambers. Anxiously from behind her mask, Catalina watched her two half-brothers leave. Once again she gave silent thanks to Haverstoke for not submitting her to her own brothers' sexual ministrations. It would seem that he bel...

Remembering

by julybear7 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

A few years back, there was a popular country song about how songs could trigger memories for people. I remember thinking at the time how true that was, and could rattle off a dozen examples of how a particular song would stimulate a memory, usually involving either a woman or a meal ( I like to eat, so shoot me). I didn't really appreciate the song's messag...

Confirming Carter Bk. 03 Changes Ch. 06

by RibaldWriter on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Tammy starts working on her own android, Angelo, McKay makes a demand that takes Sam and Tammy by surprise, and he is even more surprised by their reaction... (-) Confirming Carter Book Three, Changes Chapter Six Interior-Bedroom 0545 Hours Sam rolled over, her hand reaching out toward Tammy, only to find empty space. She felt around for a moment, then...

At His Pleasure Ch. 02

by LadyJane on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

After my father’s release from prison following the Monmouth Rebellion, we stayed at our country estate. My father did not wish to draw attention to himself in London at the Court of James II. As far as that monarch’s reign, all was not well. The King took mass publicly at the Royal Chapel. This made people uneasy, as they remembered the reign of the Catholi...

Better Late

by brainfade on Oct 24, 2018
First Time

What follows is just a story. A love story. It involves the supernatural, but I would not describe it as scary. The sexual content is not great or over explicit. If you want that sort of story please look elsewhere. If you enjoy it please comment and tell me. More important, if you do not like it then please give me feedback and I will try to do better in th...

Caught!

by Ahazura on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

Entry for the Nude day contest 2016 Those MOTHER FUCKING BASTARDS!!! I'm going to kill all of them. Although this was a pretty damn good one. They even took my towel. Okay, I can see how this was going to be funny. I just hoped they at least left the keys to my car so if I could get back to it, I could drive home and not have to try calling someone to come...

Letter to a Cherished Cunnilinguist - Letter 04

by Erbanluv on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Letter 04 My Dearest Darling Horace; November 8th, 1898 It is near morning here on the farm. I have tossed about in my bed of lonesome discontent for the entire night. Alas, sleep has successfully eluded me yet again. Shortly after the clock struck four, I came very close to slumber, but just as my upper eyelids were about to meet with their lower counterp...