This is a sequel to "A Letter to Mary," which, in their infinite wisdom, the editors chose to bury in the category "Letters and Transcripts." It had been several weeks since Mary and I spent the weekend together. In fact, for a period, we had no communication of any sort. Assuming that she was still coming to terms with her memories of the time that we sp...
That morning and the rest of the day was rather laid back. We had breakfast, talked, and hung out by the pool. It was really no different than what I normally did. The only difference being that I along with Sam only wore our chastity devices. We both spent a lot of the day pampering Tanya. Bringing her snacks and drinks and also applying suntan lotion. Oh...
I sat in the waiting room with my wife, nervously trying to read a magazine. "Mrs. Anna Marsden!" the nurse called out, I looked up. Good morning Mrs Marsden, will you come with me please." I got up and followed, she showed us into a small office. "It is OK for my husband to be with me?" my wife enquired. "I suppose so, but only while we cover some questi...
Emily stepped up to the underground clubs entrance, glancing back and forth, her ravens blood hair whipping in the breeze of an oncoming storm. A gruff looking face peered out from a slit that slid open. Weary eyes glanced back and forth. The girls soft voice came out, quiet, barely able to be heard above the wind "World is what you make it." The leery ey...
Do you ever lie in bed late at night and wonder: 'How the fuck did I get from there to here?' Three nights in a row trying to get comfortable on a granite-hard bed in the ice cold guest room – no wonder friends rarely stayed a whole weekend – had given me plenty of time to think about that. And to regret what I'd done. Okay, perhaps not so much time to regre...
Jen's back in the saddle. Ginny is too but not the way she'd prefer this time around. Never mind, she'll get over it as the series continues to unfold. Part 4, Resurrection, revolved around Jen's and Michael's recovery after sacrificing themselves for science in Gone for Six. Jen, freshly returned from their sojourn three hundred years in the future, takes...
I fell easily asleep the night I came home from the sexual research study. I slept so hard, in fact, that I didn't hear my phone ring and when I awoke I had two messages waiting for me on voice mail. The first message was from the University; they needed a $500 deposit for my first semester of school. Easy enough, I had just been paid exactly that for one of...
I went back to my hotel and had a few beers. Finally I had enough Dutch courage to go to the service counter and asked to speak to the liaison officer. "You want to see her about a permit?" the girl asked. "Yes." The girl picked up the telephone and had a short conversation with someone in a language I had never heard before. After she hung up she filled...
I have a perfect life or so I thought. My name is Claire Williams, I'm 38 and married to my school sweetheart. My husband is CEO and owner of a large corporation and I live in the lap of luxury. I do volunteer work for several good causes and I'm a mother to two wonderful boys. My life has not always been so blissful and I do attend a therapist once a week t...
Part 1 I had been a sperm donor for four or five years - visiting the nearby fertility clinic three or four times annually to jerk myself off into one of their little plastic cups - when the letter arrived. The need for sperm donors had only been brought home to me when friends of my older sister had trouble getting pregnant and found that their tests rev...