Notes: All characters are over the age of 18. This chapter contains more highly unprofessional psychiatry for the purposes of erotic entertainment. It is not the way a real analyst should behave with patients. Thank you, readers. * * * * * (Springtime) Jenni is four months pregnant now. She shows a bit more than some women; it seems she produces copi...
This is the third part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read "Point of View: His" and "Point of View: Hers." This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. * "Eric! You're here after all. Natalie and I were about t...
Kessler leaned in, sucking Specs's balls, trying to take the entire sack in his mouth as he kneeled in front of his Master. Specs was lying on the easy chair in Kessler's house, his legs spread out around Kessler's head. Idly, he played with his hard cock as he enjoyed the testicular massage of Kessler's tongue around his scrotum. Kessler was upset that...
I am sitting here, naked, a notebook on my lap, his cum still leaking from my cunt. Cunt. God, I hate that word. But that is how he referred to hit, and so will I. He is -- was -- my first paying customer. I have just turned my first trick, joining a sisterhood of countless others who have worked in the world's oldest profession. I never intended to be a w...
Part 1 An Interracial Slut Training Facility. African American Doctors Rod Pierce and Dr. Hyram Tailsman have become the world's leading authorities on the sexual advancement of white women. Together, they run the White Women's BBC Clinic, a cutting edge facility, where, with the help of the dedicated nursing staff, and a group of capable young black men...
Evelyn worked - as it happened - in a fertility clinic behind the college campus. I only realised it was a fertility clinic when she invited me there one afternoon after classes. She told me - very business-like as always - that there was a shortage of high quality sperm. Whether I would consider donating? It would be pro bono as was the clinic, but she wou...
A series of bizarre coincidences killed Charlie Edwards' husband, Graham. No one could have foreseen it, how can anyone see into the future? That fateful deadly day, began much like so many previous, insignificant weekdays. There had been many other, much more significant days in their lives; the day they met, fell in love, first had sex, were engaged, got m...
The telephone awoke the three some two hours later. It was Jonas: "Ian, I need for you to come to my headquarters right away. I know you just got off work, but I need to talk to you." Ian, still in a sleep-induced stupor, merely grunted his assent. "Be here in an hour." And with that, Jonas was gone. Dinah, who had gotten up and taken the baby into the othe...
[This letter came to me in July 2004, written in imperfect English. It contained some French phrases and words, and sometimes needed explanations, which are provided in brackets so that the reader can interpret further if he or she has the desire or knowledge. I have made a few little free artistic amendments for all our pleasures.] Dear LF, I will be to m...
This is the first installment of a new series that will be in the Sci fi/Fantasy category. It is more of an introduction to the rest of the series, so it might not be as steamy as the next segments. ***** It was almost 6pm when the bus rolled into the stop outside of the flat terrain near Olivet, Illinois. Forgetting this quaint and boring town 20 miles...