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.
