Author's Note: For those of you who have waited a long time for this, thank you for your patience. I started this story 10 years ago but never finished it. When I tried to go back and just finish the story, I couldn't do it without making significant changes. I've changed in a decade...the characters I write have to change too! :-) If any details in this en...
The year was 2084. The earth had been at peace for over 50 years; the last radicals dying out with a whimper as the new World Congress replaced the enfeebled and disgraced United Nations. A new power source had been found—anti eon particles—and so energy scarcity disappeared, as did pollution. Medical science leaped forward with the help of massive computers...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Chapter Two: Strange Welcomes The next thing I do remember is stone, the feeling of cold stone against my face and straw underneath my weary body. A small trickle of water passed over my lips so I shut them tight to keep the seawater out. A single drop got past my dry lips however, when I realized that this was fresh water my eyes shot open. I saw an angeli...
Author's note #1: My thanks to OOAA for his help on this project from beginning to end. The problem areas you find will be where I didn't take his advice. Author's note #2: NOTICE TO ALL CUCKOLD HATERS! THIS IS A CUCKOLD STORY. If you read past this point, make sure your criticism is constructive. If you are one of those Anons who love to write, "This is a...
Elaine brushed right past Josh, without looking at him, as he entered the shack they'd discovered nestled half way up the slope from the water a quarter of a mile east along the coastline from Discovery Bay. It had been Elaine's idea to answer the call of the fortuneteller sign, which was scrawled on a small wooden plank on one of the pillars barely holding...
Claire worried sex therapy would be unbearably weird and awkward. Instead, it was one of the first times she’d felt normal. “Let’s get this out there early: there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re not broken,” their therapist, Lisa, had said. “I feel broken,” Claire said, staring at her hands, which she held folded in her lap. Mark put his hand over hers...
My wife, Miranda, fell down at the end of February, on one dark afternoon, during the bad weather. It happened when she hurried across the road to do some shopping. Her legs just slipped away from underneath her on a treacherous piece of ice. Then, as she hurried to get up to avoid an oncoming car, she slipped and hurt herself again. Unfortunately, this mea...
Nicole pounded on the bedroom door, the sound slightly muted by her cut-off black leather gloves. "Come on Prudence! How long does it take to put on the same damn 'Nerd Girl' costume you wear every year?" She pulled a plastic night stick from a wide belt slung loosely around her hips, rattling a pair of toy handcuffs clipped on to accessorize her 'Officer...
Melissa rolled over for the hundredth time. She fluffed her feather pillow and smoothed her satiny sheets. Flipping her blanket, she slid one leg out, hoping desperately that the cool air would somehow help her sleep. No matter what she did, she couldn't seem to get comfortable. She knew what she needed, but it was no use. She wouldn't betray the last instru...