When I was twenty-years-old I moved from a small town to a big city to go to university. I was living in a dorm and had never had a girlfriend, and had only ever kissed a girl once. One night, I went out drinking with friends and dorm-mates, and I was "picked up" by a twenty-nine-year-old named Christa. At 5'10", she was a couple inches taller than me, and s...
Jared is a handsome young man who deserves the many admiring glances he got from females who cross his path during the course of a day. Not all of them would be sexually receptive to him, of course, but many would, if he made any effort to approach them. However, he never does so, because he is being true to Joanne, his favorite, and rather hopes she is true...
"Take a seat, Janice," the braintech said, gesturing toward the chair. I sighed in resignation, as I always disliked being connected to that machine, but knew that it was critical that my every experience and thought from my latest assignment be extracted and stored and analyzed by what was rumored to be the most elaborate, complex, and thorough computer eve...
OK so maybe this wasn't my finest idea. In fact I was questioning the whole logic side of my decision. Civic duty? Bah! Promising to cook a meal for a woman I'm trying to impress while knowing I only had a little over an hour? One word... Stupid! "You're an idiot Carol! What made you think you could pull this off? A total blooming idiot! Stupid!" Oh gre...
*** Dedicated to Natalie (codename Sandy), a gregarious woman whom I had the pleasure of meeting through Craigslist. *** Otter Body Experience (Lyrics borrowed from the song My Name Is Luca by Suzanne Vega.) Sandy Newman deeply, deeply concentrated on the photograph she held in her hand. It was a simple picture really, consisting of her young niece perfor...
"How in the holy hell did I let myself get talked into this?" I was thinking as the slightly heavy set 30 something lady left the room, closing the door. "Take off everything from the waist down." She told me, not showing even the slightest sign of discomfort at the idea of being in a room with a naked male. The naked male being me, of course. Debra, my f...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * She flipped the cigarette out onto the street and blew out the smoke. She paid no mind to the old woman that glared hatefully at her, bothered by the cigarette smoke. "Eat me," she muttered under her breath and walked down the dirty sidewalk. A milling throng at...
(The tags i've provided apply to the story as a whole {so far} - and there may be more coming. This story is a patchwork of ideas and bits of plot i came up with over literally years. For background music, i recommend Joan Jett's version of "Starfucker", Zappa and the Mothers' "Road Ladies" and "What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?" and the DiVinyls' "I To...
I've always been hung up on the female posterior. As a young man I'd delight in those moments in department stores, subway stations, or anywhere that had an attractive woman ascending a staircase or escalator, when I could get a nice view of a good pair of buttocks encased in slacks, jeans, or better yet: a skirt. I wasn't rude about it, mind you. Admiring...
She wasn't an AI. Let's get that clear right from the start. She wasn't an AI or a robot, a clone or a hologram. She was a virtual being, encoded and embodied at once. She was solid and could be touched. She could be kissed, or struck. But if you cut her, she didn't bleed. That's because inside her there was only light. Open up her surface, and you'd see not...