Short and to the point: This is a Breast Expansion Fetish story. If B.E.'s not up your alley, then you probably shouldn't bother with this tale. Thank you. ~ Siren Song, Part 7 — No Other Way by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2012-10-15 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and...
CHAPTER 1 Until Mrs Goldsmith nailed him in the first semester as a freshman, Blake Boxhill had thoughtlessly assumed sex appeal was confined to a handful of females who were sexy enough to lift themselves above the mass who exhibit careless indifference or sub-standard care or both. Mrs Goldsmith asked him to report to her office for a review of his work....
Although this story can be read on its own, I suggest you first read Justice Ch. 01 and Justice Ch. 02 to get the full context of what is happening here. Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly a...
Ignoring her fast cooling cup of coffee, a pouty lipped Jodi scowled skeptically as she eyed her cell's send button. Her scowl didn't stick, morphing instead in to a self-satisfied smirk as first she cleared, and then reentered, this time in all capitals. Then, with a growling "Grrr" hissing through her lips, she punched in a trio of explanation marks. Satis...
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"Fish bait?" came a mellow masculine voice from over my shoulder. I was jolted from my private thoughts at the question. I placed the item I was examining back on the shelf and turned. "Excuse me?" I replied, I'm sure with a somewhat thunderstruck expression. "Joe said you wanted to buy some fish bait?" the man inquired a second time. His head was down,...
"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them." Marcus Aurelius, Meditations * It's an old story, really. Been told a few times too, I reckon. About an old man -- well, not really old, not quite yet, anyway -- but an old man who's followed his heart and run into a few potholes along the road more or less traveled. A ma...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. There are mistakes; expect to find many of them. Chapter 20 "Really? REALLY? You'll let that brat put her booger infested hands on you, but I...
Ashlasha, the tree of the grand banquet hall. It is the place where anyone may come to feast within its loving trunk or bathe in the sunlight on the canopy treetops. Young or old, impoverished or affluent, everyone climbs its roots to enjoy meals made from nature's wealth. It's where people come to celebrate, and where I go to work. Today, however, the hall...