This is the third in a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has in his possession a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on selected women. In the first installment, he administered...
This is the eleventh in a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has in his possession a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on a wide variety of selected women. The chemical is ca...
"Let's do it". And with those words came the hope of a realization of an ageless fantasy. I had been chatting with Sascha, a work colleague from years' past. Of course she had been drinking a little, that makes these chat sessions even more interesting. People are already overly brave when chatting online and a little alcohol can push ideas right over the ed...
"Kyle?" Kyle McAdams looked up from a dreary tome on social psychology to see Alfreda ("Freddi") Kornfeldt peering down at him over the top of the study carrel. She held a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other. "Mmm?" he answered, glad for a break from his studies. "What do you feel about femdom?" she asked guilelessly. Kyle leaned back in his...
1. Lubrication and the Sonic Dimension Once in a while my wife's pussy is on the dry side. It would be easy to grab the bottle, grease her down, and slip my dick in. And sometimes I succumb to that kind of laziness. More often I go down on her and see if I can get her juices flowing with my tongue. Not that I'm a cunnilingus expert or anything. Far from i...
Chapter one Part one Chad Berwick smiled complacently as his latest conquest leaned back and thrust downward on his stiff cock, her pussy arching lewdly toward him. What could he say? He had a good life. This was just how things went for him. His first night in Tanzania with the summer research team from UNC and he'd already scored his first quality piece...
"The Wishmaster?" Tiff sat cross-legged on the dusty attic floor. The Asian girl's sandy bangs swooped just above her blue eyes. She looked over the cover of a board game. It was thick, heavy, and carved from wood. "So, how do we play?" Ashtyn asked, crouching next to Tiff. Her dirty-blonde hair spilled upon her broad, boney shoulders. "Roll the dice, do...
Chapter 6 Leisurely Lunch After a relatively pleasant weekend where erotic dreams and memories of Friday afternoon often invaded my mind, the alarm sounding off on Monday morning was not a pleasant experience. I was never a fan of alarm clocks that roused me out of bed before my body was ready. However, I needed an early start because today was going to he...
When I became a big girl, I realized how many guys wonder how they would act if they were a spy who fell into enemy "hands," to speak, and had their balls given the 3rd degree-and then some-treatment. I found certain authors of thrillers-I might name Ken Follett and, in particular, Frederick Forsyth-can be relied upon to provide material for a lifetime of u...
(In which Relationship counseling takes on a whole new meaning when guns and heavy weaponry are involved) When Inara and Jorge emerged into the cargo bay and Kaylee and Simon had exchanged furtive embraces and scuttled in dishabille to their respective stations, Mal called to Kaylee "If you hear gunfire and I give you the word, I want you to slam the inner...