This is a long story of mine that I've been working on for quite some time now. If you spend the time to read the whole thing, please leave a comment or at least rate it. Enjoy. "So Doc, ahh crazy question - is it possible to be um, like, addicted to a person?" It was a crazy question and Tom was somewhat embarrassed by even asking it, but it was a ques...
"He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him..." –The Ugly Duckling, Hans Christian Andersen, 1844 ******************* My warm-hearted husband has always had a habit of picking up strays. I suppose that's one of the endearing things that attracted me to Do...
If you have not read our postings I’ll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are an early thirties couple, I am 5’10”, in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5’7” with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her...
*** Author's Note: This is not a new story or a re-write. I realized that when I posted this story the italics and bolds were removed. I am reposting it because I feel that removing these marks takes away from the feel of the story. Again please vote and feel free to leave a comment. *** The Ad: Amy Beijar nudged the door shut with her foot as she rifled t...
PROLOGUE The Dreamtime--that gap between what is and what was--is a space where "being" is an eternal, all-at-once state. In the Dreamtime, the past is the future and the future, past. All of what is, what has been and will be meets here. It is where souls reside before becoming and it is the place to which souls return upon ceasing. It is the space to whic...
All I can say is don't lie to you wife. If I didn't I wouldn't be in the situation I found myself in. It really wasn't that big of a lie but it was enough as far as my wife was concerned. It started a few weeks before we got married, five years ago. My wife Dawn decided that she wanted to tell me everything about her sex life before we got married. She sai...
**This article is for internal use only. Not for release outside the Institute, except as required by law.** My Interview with the Professor by Stephanie Weingarten The first notes I have are from my walk-in to her Fabrics and Materials class. My visitor's tag was waiting, and I was soon wandering the elegant but functional halls. As befit (I have to avo...
1 The night was beautiful. A combination of warm and cool. Many people were out on the street partying, living it up as if it was their last. One particular woman was walking the street with her hair as dark as the night flowing down her back. Her dark brown eyes were like the color of almonds. And her skin was nicely tanned with a tag of red blush on he...
Friday I woke up in Tina's RV on my back pitching a tent. Tina came out of the bathroom seeing me awake immediately brightened up. She jumped onto the bed and kissed me deeply. "Go pee. I will not take credit for a piss erection." Tina insisted. I smiled and I got up to use the bathroom. I hadn't considered this but the bowl was significantly lower than u...
(An Original Story by rutger5 - Copyright 2012) ____________________________ "I'm telling you under the circumstances you're doing the right thing Julie," her friend said as they sat sipping their coffee. "I know you're right Lauren, but it's so difficult. After all these years; heck my whole life really. I'm thirty seven years old and I've never made an...