Sie hatte dieses Haus gehasst, den Eingangsbereich, das Wartezimmer, das Besprechungszimmer und natürlich wie die meisten der Frauen, das Zimmer, in dem er stand…. Er, das war ein großer alter gynäkologischer Untersuchungsstuhl, wie er sich in jeder Frauenarztpraxis befand, mehr oder weniger modern. Dieser jedoch war auf einem Sockel montiert, wie ein Altar,...
Being the wife of a Southern Baptist minister left me sexually frustrated. Whenever I tried to suggest we try anything other than the "missionary" position, I was chastised. I couldn't keep any kind of device in the house that might help out my unfilled sexual appetite, as my husband would search my drawers and purse all the time. He told me that the devil w...
Brainstem reticular formation. Medial dorsal and anterior nuclei of the thalamus. The limbic system and the amygdala...the hippocampus. These are but a few centers of desire that I can alter within a select anatomy, the deepest and sometimes hidden component of your soul. The increased pulse, the dampness I sense of your body has been well under my control a...
I knew that being born on Halloween would always be a problem for me. It first started out when my mother said she needed alone time when I was 7 years old. After not hearing from my mother for 11 years it was a shock when she asked me to come to the small ranch she owned. I asked my dad if I could go for my 18th birthday and my dad said it would be okay. I...
This is part 2 of a multipart story, and it is recommended you go back and read Victorian Dreams Ch 01 to gain perspective. For those of you who have expressed interest in the story I thank you and offer this part for your enjoyment. This part as well as the prior part and any parts that fool are Copyright 2003, 2004 by Charles F. Johnson, and all rights a...
"Argh!" I sat up with a start, though still careful to keep the thin sheet which covered me from falling away from my breasts. It was with some surprise I discovered I no longer had any. In fact, my entire body had returned to its old masculine appearance. Looking around at my surroundings, it took me a moment to figure out I was in one of Master Oringel's...
Chapter 35 -- A Religious Experience Note from the Author: This chapter is a long one, for those that like it long and stiff. I didn't intend it to be so long but Josh had a lot of stamina. ************************* The moon was up when Sue woke me by kissing my ear. "Rise and shine, Josh," she whispered in my ear. I turned my head to her and kissed h...
The moon shone high and full above the cloudless night sky. It was around midnight when the Wood Elf, Princess Amyla, looked over the Secret City (named so because of the magic which made it impossible for any human to find its whereabouts on their own). She was a beautiful specimen; roughly 5"3 the 200-year-old princess didn't look a day over 20. This eveni...
Wendy had always been hot. Small and petite with an angelic face, she possessed all the qualities that make guys drool. Her skin was flawless and her body had all the right curves. Even her voice had that rare - innocent but sexual quality that could put a lump in your jeans just by listening to her talk. I often found myself daydreaming about her, imagining...
Kapitel 1 – Das Institut Ein irgendwie futuristisch anmutendes, dunkelgraues Gebäude mit scheinbar drei Stockwerken tauchte am Ende der Sackgasse in diesem Industtriegebiet im Licht der Laternen auf. Bedrohlich wie ein schwarze Quader ragte es in den tropisch heißen, schwarzen Nachthimmel, den nur die Straßenlaternen mit gelblichen Strahlen einige Meter weit...