Fair warning: this story revolves around a discussion on feminism between a sociology and a philosophy professor inspired in part by a real discussion I've had with a colleague. This is a long story and this stuff plays a big role in it. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you try some of my other stories. On the other hand, it is one of my personal fav...
Cindy Marsh arrived at a plain white building at six on a sun bright morning. Six on the dot. She wore a plain purple tee, denim jeans, a small cream purse and sandals as she rolled her suitcase behind her. She was told that she could dress however she wanted and could bring as many clothes as she would need for six months. That's is how long the experiment...
T. dips into the well of merging guided mediation, her physical need for energy, and masturbation in this audio. It’s a bit of an experiment, as despite having been to dozens of drum circles and having participated in even more guided mediations, she has never LED one. Warning: The purpose of this meditation is energy projection on the part of the list...
Chapter 2: The Biology Class Mr Beddington walked purposefully into the class of eighteen-year-olds at Beechwood High School sixth form. They were patiently awaiting his arrival. He placed his briefcase on the teacher's desk and looked around the class at the casually dressed boys and the girls who were totally naked except for a pair of four-inch heels. "N...
Zhartha looked once again at the compartments that housed each of the specimens. He had managed to recreate the furniture he had observed in the female specimen's dreams; a four poster bed. Since the male specimen had not dreamed of a bed in the days following his sequencing, Zhartha created the same type of bed for him as well. "Activate brain monitors an...
In the two weeks following my second encounter with Claire I'd estimate that we had sex seven or eight times at my house. Each time was amazing as we got more and more comfortable with each other, and it always retained the heart-pulsing thrill of the fact that Claire was in fact my married next door neighbor. What we were doing was risky and we both knew it...
I have to leave this place. Alexandra has woven me into her life and the blood line has been made whole, once again. And now she seeks to save me from the consequences of her choices, and I will do as she says, for she is my mother, and a good son should not doubt his mother. Alexandra has married, but he is a cuckold. She has been my secret lover these p...
Authors note: This story may become a series of journal entries as we try to characterize the extent of the Blake effect. * My study of frequency modulation as a means of remote manipulation of individual and specific transistors in modern processors has generated results that I hadn't expected. I have demonstrated the theoretical ability to commandeer t...
Author's note: As usual, while this story features characters from my other Endeavour stories, it is standalone and does not rely on them. It is also, I have to admit, the shortest and most plot-free of the stories so far, but the next one should have more to it. ***** Risa – the Pleasure Planet. At last, the Endeavour was stopping off for shore leave at a...
When I opened my eyes the next morning, Beth and I were still alone, and I crossed the landing to look in on Sarah. She stirred as I opened the door, a warm smile on her face. "Mm, I slept really well." Her expression became knowing, curious. "You two?" "Mm, really well, after a while." Sarah nodded. "I'm glad." She stretched, then reluctantly pulled the...