Fear of Flying
Mary’s daughter had been moody from the start of the holiday, making it obvious that she didn’t want to be
DevamMary’s daughter had been moody from the start of the holiday, making it obvious that she didn’t want to be
DevamTruth is stranger than fiction. Often, that is true. Sometimes, in nostalgia, the line blurs. Introduction : I am Mohan.
DevamI first noticed her while tending the tombs and gravestones in the churchyard. I had of course seen her before,
Devam**Author’s note: This is a work of speculative fiction, for adults only. Mostly, it was written for my entertainment. Hopefully,
DevamI had taken a consulting job. I wanted to be closer to my daughter, Zaida, and it was good money
DevamThis is my first attempt to write a story of any kind. I’ve always wanted to write, so recently I
DevamSome memories will stay with a man all of his life. I imagine this particular memory will be with me
DevamAuthor’s Warning: This is a story about a man who willingly becomes a sexual submissive and a sissy over a
DevamShe was gone for several minutes, leaving me with the glaze slowly drying on my face. I could hear her
DevamAs you recall, in the last story, I promised Helen and Kristina a vibrator for fun. Well, I went to
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