Emma was left alone for six days in a strange city in a foreign country, away from her parents who were caring for her two children. It was understandable she was miserable about this but she was happy for her husband Paul who'd left excitedly that morning as a member of a five-person party on a charter fishing trip – a catch guaranteed, which Paul had said...
This story takes place years after the events of "The Puzzlebox Curse." The world has become a strange place full of sexual magic that transforms and feminizes. ***** "Boom! Head shot!" It was Sunday, and Maggie was getting the last bit of relaxation out of the way before a rather grueling week of coursework would begin. She needed to blow off steam. Actua...
So this is what I remember.... We got into the hotel room. The Westin. I had only visited there once before, but never to sleep. The bed was a huge white cloud. I flopped on it, trying not to feel butterflies. Chad went to get ice for our drinks, and in the meantime, I busied myself with unpacking my toiletries in the bathroom. When Chad returned, I poured...
Chapter 1: I've always had a thing for massages. In college I would enjoy massaging girlfriends as a way to get them in the mood for sex or thank them for an enjoyable night of passion. As I look back, they most likely were feeble attempts on my part. I would rub their tits or asses and think I was doing magic. I had no idea what a real massage was until I...
Part IX The wedding of Kate and David had gone off without a hitch. It had been a quiet affair with only their closest friends. Kate's only attendant had been Stephanie and she had once asked, jokingly, if the bridesmaids' gifts would be mackintoshes? Kate surveyed her closets and her large suitcase and tried to come to terms with the inevitable compromis...
A sharp slap to my (oh so sore) bare butt brought an abrupt end to my much-needed nap. My eyes shot open and darted around the room taking inventory of all the 'evidence' I'd left laying about. The butt plugs. . . The tube of k-y jelly. . . The cucumber. . . My laptop. . . My laptop! It was still on! A wave of panic washed over me as I tried desperate...
"Can I ask you something?" I raised my eyes from the New York Times spread out on the library table in front of me. My eyes stopped briefly, but not briefly enough, while I looked down the dress of the woman leaning over the table. "Good morning, Rhonda," I said as my eyes reluctantly left the tantalizing glimpse of whiteness of her breasts beneath her dre...
Walter Winston, who went by other names depending on the person and the situation, cracked open his eyes in response to the buzz of his alarm clock. With an exaggerated grunt he rolled from his side to his back, quickly tenting the sheets with his 'morning wood'. His wife, Margaret, snuggled in tight and in a drowsy voice said, "are you sure you really need...
Prologue: Once, as a joke, a female friend took a picture of me with a digital camera as I stood naked in her bathroom after a shower. We laughed about it and forgot its existence. The Main Story: Several years later, while I was doing some shopping at our local mall, I noticed a man seated on one of the benches staring at me as I browsed through the disc...
This work is an exploration of some possibilities of the spiritual and psychic side of sex. There is a good deal of sex in this work but it always occurs in a spiritual, synchronistic and loving manner. The spirituality expressed in this work reflects my present view of how the universe actually works. ********************************* For those who wish t...