Chapter 4 -- The Ship I woke up alone on a firm bed in a white room. I could hear a mechanical beeping sound all around me. I looked around, saw all kinds of machines, and thought I must be in a hospital, except there was nothing touching me. 'How did I get here?' I thought back, 'Agent Fleck and Wyman in my house, the verbal banter, the physical assault, m...
My wife Barbara is in her mid-50s, although through eating a healthy diet and years of dedicated workouts, she could, and does, pass for 10-15 years younger. Since she passed menopause, she has had a major problem with vaginal dryness and thinning of the membranes in the walls of her vagina. This makes intercourse very painful, and she has essentially given...
I would like to thank TRCIII for his help with editing my first story. This is my original work of fiction. Part I Arrival Traveling up Coastal Route 1, headed where? I wasn't sure; I was confused. Did I feel happy at the thought that after 10 years of marriage he still wanted to surprise me or that of all weekends he decided this was the time for a va...
Harry O'Hern was rather depressed. He couldn't back down as if they married which was an outside possibility, it would be disastrous if Sierra Bycroft noted any weakness in him over this impasse as Sierra being Sierra would exploit it. He was sure Sierra had intended to give him a wrist slap, almost in jest, about his crudely written desire but somehow it...
CHAPTER ELEVEN There was a deal of difference when I pulled up outside the Dower House. First all the brambles and gorse had gone, secondly Aleksy had somehow got hold of a load of gravel which was spread over the approaches to the house, thirdly the balustrade along the veranda had been repaired and primed for painting and last I noticed a huge pile of gra...
Author's Foreword: This is shorter story about an unusual man finding a new fuck-buddy in an unusual set of circumstances. Skimmers, please go away as there is nothing here that would make one wish to read it in private. Thanks for all the private feedback. ***** Tom Sullivan was a State Trooper temporarily assigned to be part of the safety perimeter of an...
Melvin stood inside of Courtney’s apartment and wondered how he’d gotten himself into such a mess. Here he was, finally getting lucky with women, and it had already come back to bite him firmly on the ass. Last week, he wouldn’t have been able to get half a dozen women to talk to him (let alone anything more), but in the small time frame of the last two days...
After Fanchon and her graduate student friend, Morse got in the house; Fanchon quickly went and switched on the computer web cam. "What do you think of this, Morse?" Fanchon asked. "This is my Wink's Wanking Web cam! Every night between nine and twelve my friend Theodosius Winkleburger masturbates for three hours in front of the camera, and I get to watch hi...
Turning off I17 onto the road to Oak Creek, I spotted the renowned red rock buttes and cliffs to the west. The two lane asphalt road weaved up, down, and around low hills. Each time the road dipped into a low spot, the red hills disappeared, only to rise again, more majestic with each cycle of drop and climb of the road. I reached for the half liter bottle...
Sean sat glumly at his desk, wishing he could somehow escape through the tiny square window in his corner office cubicle. He glanced at the digital clock in the lower right of his computer monitor. 1:19 pm. "For fuck's sake," Sean grumbled quietly. The giant plate of rice and chicken masala he had downed an hour ago was kneading insistently away at his con...