This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life. First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty + year old, still sexually active, bi, woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall. I was, I...
Springwood Fertility Research Facility-Chapter 1 My name is doctor Byron Johannson and I founded the Springwood Research Facility in the fall of 2019. I have been a fertility specialist for 20 years, but a new study has intrigued me for research. Springwood's mission is partly to pair non-fertile couples with acceptable donors, but to study the effects of s...
Under bright lights and blaring music, unable to move or breathe, thoughts of escape were only running through my head. Knowing what college day was, I cursed myself for showing up. I wanted to leave. My friends tried to stop me but I told them I needed a smoke, which was enough reason for them. I did need a smoke. Outside, a chill had crept in, distant si...
Continued from Skin... You could barely keep from squirming in your chair as you drank your morning coffee. Your pussy hot and bothered. Your lips still a little sore from sucking not only the first monster cock you've ever sucked but it was black as well. The thought of it raced through your mind. It was wrong on so many levels. It was something you had...
I've known a few people that have had some passing luck pursuing love in the way -- perhaps -- a cheetah stalks then runs down a gazelle, and I've enjoyed watching friends' mad dashes through the urban landscape in about the same way you might enjoy watching a National Geographic special on, say, the Big Cats of the Serengeti. You see the cat slipping throug...
I have always been an inveterate journaller. I began on this journey when I was about five years old. I can remember my parents encouraging me to write something that happened during the day. It developed into a serious habit. I can't remember more than about three days where I haven't written at least something that happened to me. My story follows. It is...
Prologue I am a soldier. I suppose this describes me better than any other sentence. I am a European soldier, living in this hectic turn of the millennium, experiencing the life and the world at their full extent... Or at least, I do my best to try. I am a continental European, so forgive me for my poor English; it's not my native language. But I am proud...
I sit in the dim light of my apartment and watch my two children sleep, thinking about the decision I'm going to soon have to make, and every time I do my stomach clenches up. Am I a wimp or the most forgiving son of a bitch on this planet? How many times can a person be forgiven? Two, three, more, before the words 'I'm sorry' just don't cut it anymore? In...
Author's Notes: Keep the comments coming. I read each one. I do hope you are enjoying the novel. MDSW ******** As they walk into the suite together, hand in hand, Kristi has something special in mind as they reach their bed. Since Brad has taken a hit about the perception, she wants to surprise him. She gets her clothes off first. After Brad strips his c...
Over the past few weeks about a dozen men had come in regularly to fuck The Blonde at their leisure, and even though most of them had visited her two or three times per week no one had cum in her pussy for the past several days. Some of them stroked themselves while she danced for them and then came in her mouth, others sucked her nipples and pounded her pus...