Mark woke up to rays of sunshine settling on his crusty eyes. It was 9:30am in the sunny city of California. He threw off his sheets and hopped out of bed. Going through his usual workout routine of sit-up, push-ups, chin-ups and all the other kinds of ups he worked up quite a sweat. Yeeting his clothes in a basket he hit the shower. It was a chilly morning...
Here is another little story I've had outlined and sitting around. I thought I'd go ahead and share it with everybody. I hope you enjoy. I also think you'll all agree, though there's no sex, it does belong in the 'Loving Wives' category. I hope everyone who reads it leaves a comment, and if they enjoy it vote. Alyssa and Gavin: Marriage; what's a marri...
The entire company had been surprised when the head scientist called to an urgent meeting. It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and everyone was eager to get home. Alyssa was just an intern at this sperm bank, but she had been told it was very important that she attended. "Thanks for coming on such short notice," the head scientist said. "As you may know, we ha...
Authors note: This story is unlike most of the stories I write and is my entry in the "National Nude Day Event" -- It has been passed through three pairs of hands for proof reading (Thank you LaRascasse, Jason and Rusalka) so I hope any grammatical errors people can see come from my Australian Version of the English language rather than my bad typing. I hope...
This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This story has decidedly sacrilegious content—not so much in this chapter, but in the ones to come—so if you don't like that, look elsewhere. ----- "I can't s...
Author's note: This is a multi-part series. I highly recommend reading 'Working at the Sperm Bank Ch. 01' first, to understand the backstory. Reading all previous chapters is recommended, but not necessary. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. Any names, places, and events in this story are entirely made up by the author. Similarities with real occur...
Chapter 4: Give her an inch and she'll steal a mile! A full week had passed since our last group session with Alyssa. In that time I had made 4 new recordings and about 200 pictures, of Izzy, in various sexual scenarios. She never complained, never grunted her dissatisfaction, or present any notion that she was upset. Part of me thought that she was just ac...
Jessica 7 : The Honeymoon Jessica looked out over the beach at the breath taking view before her. The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful pink, reflected against the calm Caribbean waters. She closed her eyes and listened to the gentle lapping of the waves against the shoreline. She was in heaven. She heard someone walk up behind her and softly kiss...
1. The Therapy Session Alyssa lay back on the soft, leather couch, as she did every Tuesday morning, and prepared to tell her therapist, Dr Miles, about what was on her mind. She'd been coming here ever since her mom had divorced her stepfather six months ago, both of them desperate that Alyssa should not be affected by the break-up. She would tell Dr Mil...
Spies, treachery and counter-espionage "Why would she note getting a Venereal Disease?" Deanne kept turning the question over in her head. The Matriarch had asked it when they were reviewing the information -- or lack of it -- that they'd gotten from Morena's ranch. And the question kept bugging her. Why would the premier Rancher of all the Districts,...