Chapter 6: Peter's story Peter Neilson was tending to his garden. Now the very long days had arrived he enjoyed putting in a couple of hours hard work during the early morning, when the air was still crisp and cool, before he was due at school for the morning staff meeting. The storm the previous day had battered some of his plants, and Peter was busy re-st...
This was the place to be; Damon Hargrove made a habit to frequent 'Celeste's Bar & Grill', a charming establishment, and even though no one seemed to know exactly who Celeste was, the place was attracting the new generation of financially independent urban hedonists. Always fattening their bank accounts off the stock-value of recent advancements in virtual r...
"Do you think he wants to fuck me?" Their dinner guest had just excused himself to make a call and Jo slipped her hand into her lover's and leaned close to him, whispering the words playfully into his ear. They'd had a lovely meal, it was winter again, her favorite season, and tonight she was just... happy. She felt light and sensual, like the microscopic b...
I work for a university. I'm finishing my PhD thesis in History (documentary evidence and textual accounts of the emergence of the common law in the eleventh century, since you ask) but I don't have funding for my research. Not surprising really. Legal history isn't fashionable, but my department don't want to lose me entirely. So I spend my working day as...
These true dreams started as a wanting for good to triumph over evil and in intense desire that my sexual nature be respected and fulfilled. I created my central character in the form of a woman. I love the sci-fi short story and this could be an adult movie series as it was in my dreams. The source of plot background and female beauty was the Star Trek seri...
This story contains huge breasts, lactation, some bondage and some reluctance. Author's Notes: Fourth Day - released this a little later to ask for people's thoughts on the story, so a huge shout out to those dudes. Give me feedback and I hope you enjoy the story! ***** The first thing Pauline noticed was waking up closer to the bed's edge. The second thi...
The sun rose majestically over Beckbury, burning away the cobwebs of the night long since passed as it sought to illuminate the town. The postman that morning was carrying a very important cargo -- though of course, he didn't realise it. Five envelopes. Five plain white manila envelopes made their way through the postal system and landed on five very differe...
My goal was directly in front of me. For an illuminated volume it looked awfully shiny. Maybe that was the three layers of ballistic glass? It was my entry ticket to the Legion of Somewhat Evil Rascals. This was so going in my blog. My phone rang. "Hey sweetie, what are you up to?" "Crime." "Oy vey, what am I supposed to tell the girls at book club?" "...
It's cliche, but I never understood the undefinable and unreachable idea that is love. Some say that it's a chemical reaction in the brain and that it isn't real. If that's true, then is our sadness not real? Is our happiness not real? Who knows? What I do know is the chemical reaction in my brain says I want to touch her skin and feel her shudder under...
The remaining hours of the early morning passed slowly for Brad in his half-sleep. For Pam they passed with uniform sameness to all the other passing microseconds she had ever counted. She was lying in bed working out strategy, and he was basically doing the same. Both were up before breakfast time. Pam was first, and sat herself down with a hot and creamy...