Chapter 18: The Sarah in the Other Room A while later, maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty, maybe longer, Jeff was able to start moving his body again. Every movement seemed like it was in slow motion, almost like he was trying to move about underwater. His body was exhausted; he was covered in sweat, his limbs ached terribly, and every breath burned in his lun...
In a future not too far flung, humanity has progressed to a stage where almost all production and provision of society’s needs is automated. With no need to work, all citizens are instead driven to find lifestyles that fulfil their own and each other’s fundamental desires. This is achieved by the medium of an overruling system of artificial intelligences and...
Mark and Cynthia were out for a walk near their house when they ran across a young, fit asian woman they'd never met before. She introduced herself as Anna, and said that she and her husband Jason lived nearby. Anna proposed that they get together sometime, and they exchanged numbers. Later that week, Anna invited Mark and Cynthia over for dinner and drinks...
Tia Lopes was a freshman at a lousy community college in a seedy part of San Diego, just above the Mexican border. With her dark looks she fit in well. Whether because she loved suntanning, or because she had a bit of ethnic blood everyone had assumed she was Mexican and treated her as such. Since most people in her neighborhood were hispanic it meant she fi...
My Cousin Part 1 Well, I guess you've read how some of it started. I believe most guys have the thought at younger ages of the intimate apparel of girls they know. Their sisters and neighbors, girl friends and just girls they know. I bet most guys have walked into bathrooms when they were at houses and if laundry was in their they looked. I guess I was one...
This is chapter 2 of a reprint, of a story that I posted in 2015 on this site. I was rereading it lately and correcting some of the typos when it dawned on me that perhaps I should repost this story (in the original chapter format) for readers today. It's still relevant, well most of it is. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, as a reminder, you might consider going b...
This is another of my 'stream of consciousness' stories. It concerns a woman in her mid-40s and a younger man. The expression 'old boiler' is rather old-fashioned British slang for an unattractive older woman. (I think it refers to elderly chickens too tough to roast, that need to be boiled instead). It's meant to reflect the light-hearted, rather humorous t...
"You, uh, you've been growing I see," Annie said, glancing away from the truly huge centaur. "I guess so," Mia shrugged, which sent huge waves passing through her magnificent breasts, each already larger than Annie. She misjudged their distance, causing a nipple to slap the human's cheek, though Annie didn't complain. In fact, she didn't say a word and just...
Diane slammed the door as she trudged in the house. Her poor husband, Greg, got caught in her war path. Out of nowhere she went on a tirade about her work, and more specifically the upcoming fashion show. Once Diane was able to calm down a bit, Greg learned what was troubling her. Apparently, Diane's problem was that the fashion show that they were to atte...
Lt. T'Rokk Carter waited patiently in his temporary quarters. He was only spending 2 days on Deep Space Nine, and there wasn't much to do. He had heard good things, about it being the crossroads for a lot of travel. And that the bar, Quark's, was an exciting place. But he was too young to drink. He had entered Starfleet Academy at 15, and graduated early at...