The doctor lifter her left leg up toward her chest and fitted her swollen ankle into the stirrup, then he walked to the other side of the maternity bed and manouvred her right leg with a shove into its stirrup so that she sat only slightly reclined from the upright position, her pregnant belly protruding to touch the insides of her thick, muscular thighs, an...
You try to be good, you really do, but your power... You can control people's minds. In subtle and major ways you can reach in and change people, you know it is immoral to do but you can so at some level whenever you interact with anyone you are tempted. You aren't even sure if the reason that Green lantern (The black guy: John Stewart) brought you here toda...
The air was crisp in the meadow that they made camp in that night. Sten was working the campfire, Tilda was fussing about her tent, and Brandon read from his book. They altogether seemed unaware of their fourth companion, either out of respect or slight annoyance, who was making her way through this night’s bout of evening sickness. Morrigan splashed some wa...
Disclaimer: I do not own Nashville and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** For a few precious months Juliette Barnes was actually happy. This was a newsworthy event. Literally. All the gossip magazines and shows had picked up on it, some even correctly guessing the reason for t...
I never had any obsessions in life until I turned thirty three. Sure I played too many video games when I was a pre-teen; sure I was preoccupied with football, and not just during football season, when in High School; sure I partied too much in college. But I never felt that I wasn't in control. At thirty three I was basically happily married to Marie, chil...
Author's Note: I apologize for the delay in this chapter. I have been so focused on the dozens of writing projects that this one kept getting pushed back. I intended for this to be the final chapter of the Blake series, but seeing as I didn't want to delay it further, I decided to break it up into two parts, as I've been struggling to write the very end of t...
Linda rubbed her swollen belly as she sat at her desk, her skin warm, being cooled in the air conditioning of her office. She had popped her blouse, letting her now eight-month pregnant belly spill out, as she looked down at her huge form which continued to get larger every day. She still had a month to go but she looked close to dropping any day she was tha...
I work in a bookkeeping office in Midtown Manhattan. I live on the Upper West Side with my wife, Rachel. We've been trying for a bit of time to have a baby but, to this point, haven't had any luck. I should add here that I have a rather strong fetish for pregnant women. This is something that is fun, if a bit inconvenient at times. Here's why: I have a co-w...
At our first visit to the Preggo Club I asked my best friend Angela what we should do to enroll as members of the club. Angela and John had taken me and my Emilio to their club, trying to convince us that the club was exactly what we needed. Or more precisely what I needed, now I was pregnant of our first child and my belly began to show it. Just like Angela...
Eight month's pregnant Brenda Peters waited with the other patients in Doctor Robert's lounge. Her boyfriend, a married man had left her when he learned of her pregnancy. The eighteen-year-old blond single mother to be was the next to be seen. Brenda had been seeing him once every few weeks ever since her third month. Doctor Robert's, who was a handsome man...