We weren't the first couple to find ourselves in the situation. Fifteen years married and the passion was lacking. The affection was there and the love making was a little off - down from three or four times a week to twice and usually on Tuesday and Friday - but we were happy together. At least we were until she got her sister involved. I never did find ou...
They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
I'm Kirsten. I'm unattached, 27 years old, 5'2", 125 lbs. Reddish hair, with fair skin, and a splash of freckles across my face. My body is pretty well toned from working out, and I have begun once again to explore my sexual boundaries. A couple of months had passed since I had first checked out the local adult book store. Although I had made up my mind to...
Fifteen screens, over a dozen employees on staff at all times, a tiny little arcade tucked into a corner for people waiting for movies, and the concession stand that wouldn't fit in your house: the theater was a monster, and it was usually full of people. The afternoon matinees are quieter and it's easier to find a mostly empty theater, or subordinate voice...
In appearance, I am a tall, muscular man, I exude confidence in my abilities and myself. In my interactions with people, most people sense quickly and correctly that in all aspects, I am strictly a beta male. It seems I have been this way my entire life, at least as far back as I remember. For instance, I was a straight 'A' student all through school. Why?...
Frustrated once again by his wife's complete lack of interest in sex, Harry grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the house. It was a Saturday afternoon and he really had no idea what he wanted to do, he just had to get out. As he drove he thought perhaps he might go by a bar or something, perhaps have a few drinks. He let his mind wander, picturing a scen...
Chapter Five Connie "All right Mr....." "Groltin, Steven Groltin." "Yes, Mr. Groltin. Tell me just what the problem is." "It's Jason, Jason Troment. He's stuck in Virtual Sexuality's public matrix." "Stuck, in a VR matrix. That's impossible. No matrix can hold you for over an hour." "I know it's supposed to be impossible," the exasperated man said. "...
I remember how jealous my older sister always got when I was little and my mother would brush my straight, thick blond hair. "You should have been a girl, Robin," Sis would say, shaking her frizzy, dirty-blond locks. It bothered me because I was not a girl. I was a boy. Mom would sigh and tell me that most girls would kill to have hair like mine, not onl...
Alexi called me the next day, to meet at a certain bench on the boardwalk at noon. He said would wait there for fifteen minutes past noon but if I was late he would be gone. He said this in a school principal-like tone, appropriate for his fifty-seven years but I just assumed he was nervous. I was eighteen, I could easily think of an excuse to not show. Bu...
Beyond the Video Arcade: The Next Encounter Sara and I decided that our first encounter with another man went pretty well. So, we decided to try again. She left it totally up to me, with the provision, that if she didn't care for the person she could call it off. I thought that was a reasonable position and started keeping my eyes open for an opportunity....