Group of scientists in Massachussetts. At a local bistro. Private party. They have to plan. Scientific expedition. "So, where is the big trip next month?" Admonished asked, dipping his fries in a mixture of ketchup and a local hot sauce. The sauce had a blend of various peppers, including jalapeno and the infamous Scotch bonnett. He knows the chef. A bit to...
Not a stroke story. I'm not even sure quite where the idea for this came from, but if something seems to ring a bell with another story, my apologies to the author, although as has been said, plagiarism is the ultimate complement. My name is Tom Moss, and my wife's name is Sara. We have two kids, both off in college, and we have been married for just over 2...
This is a copy of the letter that Albert Berdequez received from his wife. Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada. February 3, 2001. Dear Albert, By the time that you receive this letter, which I will mail from the dock in Miami, Florida, the cruise ship, that I am on, will have been at sea for three days. It is the same ship that I was on in February of last year...
College is a big drain on the finances, so finding work was an absolute necessity. I'd transferred to this particular college because my folks were no longer paying my way. Several student loans, one scholarship, and a lot of luck had been required to gain admission. The bulk of costs were covered but my bank balance failed to meet the daily needs. Things li...
In view of the essentially unlimited technological power that existed in 2634 and beyond, I, Arcturus00347 am transmitting this story back in time to those of you in the early twenty first century, who we call E21s, using a language – English – that was common back then but that no longer exists. First, my name; I am the 47th Arcturus born in District 3. In...
Disclaimer: This is a romantic and erotic story. I like to create characters that look real, and their relationship develops over time. So if you are looking for a "quick release," this is not for you. By the time the man and the woman in the story "do their thing," you will be convinced that they are really doing it. I suppose some of the stories you can...
"Sunlight streamed in through the open windows of the apartment; A warm spring day was just awakening and from outside the voices of people heading off to work in the city rose through the tepid air. The aroma of fresh coffee wafted invitingly through the rooms, dispersed by the gentle breeze that fluttered the open curtain edges like softly beating ang...
A lovely evening out is rounded off with a surprise trip to a field where we make love in the moonlight under the stars. This is my second story, again based on a real experience (in fact a particular one of several similar experiences, set at a real location in Suffolk). If you enjoy it I'd love to know. Without wishing to sound like I'm accepting an osca...
Ridges were pushing in from left and right into the distance. They looked like fingers pushing in between each other interlocking. Yes, they looked as dry and brown as the dried and dirty work hands of a redneck pa. Only straight down ran a weak river twisting left and right past the ridges. He could count the ridges into the distance: one, two, three, and f...
THE FIRST ENCOUNTER As I think back on the affair, I consider it to have officially started on a January class trip to the Texas coast. It all caught me off guard really. I didn't even know Sarah was interested in me. I mean once, weeks before this trip, while standing side by side working through a homework problem, she placed her hand on the small of my b...