The Monkey's Paw by Ed Miller

Or not...

Ah well, hope you like what I got up for you guys today to make up for it:)

PS:  E-mail Ed and let him know you like his stuff, he seems to be under the impression nobody likes his work these days!
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This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you
might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place
in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this
warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've
warned you.

Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the
Internet, so long as I'm credited as the  author, it is reproduced in
its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged to
access it.

On the matter of fees: I wrote this story (and others) for free, and I
never expected to get anything out of it except the occasional response
or critique, either good or bad. Constructive criticism is welcome,
though please don't be abusive, and remember that this is primarily an
attempt at a wank-story, not something aimed at a Pulitzer Prize.

My point being: the only benefit I get from writing is feedback, and it
seems to be tapering off in recent years. If you like it, tell me! If
you don't, tell me why! Leave feedback on Fictionmania (that's best), or
send email to:

edmiller21@yahoo.com

Put "your stories" in the subject line, or I might miss it in all the
junk email I get.

Lastly: I am not retired.  I just seem to have fewer ideas for these
kinds of stories.  I HAVE been writing quite a few captioned images;
check them out at Freya's site if you haven't already.


The Monkey's Paw
By Ed Miller

I heard the echoes of my bare feet as I padded quietly over the tile
floor down to where we kept it.  It was past midnight, and I wasn't
worried about running into one of the others, but I wasn't taking
chances.  I hadn't turned on any lights, and I was walking as quietly as
possible.

My breath was coming quick and shallow.  I felt a warmth all over my
body.  My cock stood out straight and stiff, tenting the front of my
shorts, and my nipple were hard on my bare chest.  The thought of it
turned me on, made me horny.  I loved it and hated it.  I couldn't stop.

I turned from the wide hallway into the large, opulent room where we
kept it.  The size of the house was good for me; it made it that much
less likely that any of the others would happen to interrupt me.  It
wasn't like there was a time when I could be sure of being alone in the
house.  None of us worked anymore, since we'd found the Monkey's Paw.

A Cure for Hypertension by Ed Miller

I JUST got official permission from Ed to post his stories here.  I am beyond pleased to know he's still around and responding to e-mails.  Send the guy some love! 

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A Cure for Hypertension

by Ed Miller

As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it.If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com Or leave feedback if the site you're reading this on allows it. I always read it, even if I don't answer much, and I'm always interested to hear comments, even if it's just "nice story," or, for that matter "you suck."
If you want to know where the rest of my stories are archived, they're all at www.bearchive.com and nearly all of them are at www.fictionmania.comI should warn you, ladycyrrh (who was a reviewer way back on assm; this preface has become rather dated) labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned.

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A Cure for Hypertension by Ed Miller

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     It all began with a trip to the doctor. That's certainly a simple, innocent-enough event, and the event itself was simple and innocent. It's just that it gave Janet an opening to do what she did.

     Janet was (and I guess still is) my girlfriend. We'd been dating for almost a year when all this started. At 19 when we got together, she was almost 10 years younger than me, but we got along pretty well and she seemed to enjoy my company. I know I enjoyed hers. The way she looked, any man would.

The Haunted House by Ed Miller

Gosh, what can I say about this one....

It has sexy girls, the transformation of the girlfriend into an equally eager nympho, a haunted house, a curse and...and....just damn, it has it all.

Did I mention it was set at my favorite time of the year...Halloween?

And now, Ed Miller's "The Haunted House"!

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As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not 
legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, 
lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it.

Permission is hereby given to archive this story on any site so long as this 
disclaimer is attached, no fee is charged, and I am credited as the author 
(I've actually gotten hate mail for having claimed to write my own stories, 
because other people have made the same claim and some idiot believed them.)

If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com
Or leave feedback if the site you're reading this on allows it. I always 
read it, even if I don't answer much, and I'm always interested to hear 
comments, even if it's just "nice story," or, for that matter "you suck." 
Don't be shy; say what you think. I really do want to hear it.

If you want to know where the rest of my stories are archived, nearly all of 
them are at www.fictionmania.tv.

I should warn you, ladycyrrh (who was a reviewer way back on assm; this 
preface has become rather dated) labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, 
but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming 
for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading 
now is smut. Be forewarned.

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The Haunted House
By Ed Miller

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The Monkey Paw by Ed Miller

Ed sometimes goes a little overboard in his sexual escapades but what gets me is his attention to detail in describing the transformations. 

This is probably the last story I've seen him produce.  Kinda miss him.  Ah well.

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This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you
might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place
in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this
warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've
warned you.

Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the
Internet, so long as I'm credited as the  author, it is reproduced in
its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged to
access it.

On the matter of fees: I wrote this story (and others) for free, and I
never expected to get anything out of it except the occasional response
or critique, either good or bad. Constructive criticism is welcome,
though please don't be abusive, and remember that this is primarily an
attempt at a wank-story, not something aimed at a Pulitzer Prize.

My point being: the only benefit I get from writing is feedback, and it
seems to be tapering off in recent years. If you like it, tell me! If
you don't, tell me why! Leave feedback on Fictionmania (that's best), or
send email to:

edmiller21@yahoo.com

Put "your stories" in the subject line, or I might miss it in all the
junk email I get.

Lastly: I am not retired.  I just seem to have fewer ideas for these
kinds of stories.  I HAVE been writing quite a few captioned images;
check them out at Freya's site if you haven't already:
http://www.pornhome.com/stories/freya



The Monkey's Paw
By Ed Miller