Arriving at the restaurant, I was both apprehensive and eager. I wanted so much to see Cheryl, just to share in the joy I knew she would be feeling over the completion of the basement. It was no small thing that Liam had taken as his own, to be the one th...
As I drove out of Pueblo and headed home, Walt said very little. When I glanced over at him his eyes were closed and I asked if he was doing ok. He said he was, although he did allow that he was tired and “a little sore”. I asked, “Are you in a lot of pai...
"How do I look, honey?" my wife asked me. I quickly turned my attention from the television show that I had been watching and focused my gaze on Angela as she stood framed in the lounge-room doorway. My hungry eyes slowly floated over her a couple of time...
Angela and I didn't get a chance to talk about my lascivious dream until the evening after the next. We'd had visitors the night after I'd had my dream, and we had gone to bed very late and very tired. The next evening we were gloriously alone. At around...
Mr. Roger's round face beamed at me over his desk. It was a week later, and I was again back in the consulting room; I was still amazed at how rotund his head was."Everything's coming along nicely," he announced. I wanted to contradict him and say that ev...
The stitches were removed from my manhood during my next consultation with Mr. Rogers, and he declared that he was quite happy with how my recovery was proceeding. There was still an angry red scar where the incision had been, but he told me that in time...
A week later I was once again confronted with the round countenance of Mr. Rogers as I sat in the consulting room. My previously swollen and bruised member had essentially returned to its pre-accident state - if one was able to ignore the seam of sutures...
Angela drove as we made our way onto the Monash freeway. At this time of day, the traffic was relatively light. It was early spring, and the sun beamed with the promise of a hot summer. The first thing I told Angela was that I was going to be fine. The re...
I have always hated hospitals. Loathed them, in fact; the clinical aromas, the sterile feel, the gloomy atmosphere, the poker-faced staff. I would have given anything to be miles away from the damned place. As of this moment, however, I had little choice...
“Juan, I have your problem figured out,” he says. “That is not a cock you have; it is a giant clit. You're a sissy. I'll show Irene how to treat you from now on. You'll enjoy that I'm sure. Irene will spend the rest of the night with me. You can go back t...
My life seemed perfect at the time I was twenty-four years old and married to my husband, Brad, who was twenty-six. My name is Angie, and we met at a large, privately-held manufacturing company in upstate New York. I joined the company after I got my acco...
