It was another boring day aboard this lonesome vessel. As the Chozo gunship cruised through deep space with no particular destination, its pilot listed about in the common area staring up at the ceiling looking either very melancholy or slightly annoyed, maybe both. Samus Aran hadn't had a contract in weeks and had run out of ways to amuse herself. She wasn'...
I was at our neighborhood Wal-Mart doing what I hated most, waiting. My wife was in the salon having her hair done. The same woman had been doing her hair for fifteen years, and when she moved Pam followed. I had looked at the lawn and garden, the clothes, and sporting goods areas, and was running out of things to hold my interest. I walked by the salon, she...
We ate at the breakfast bar and chatted. His blue black hair shone in the natural light of his exquisite kitchen. "Jeremy, there is something I prefer you do for me," I put my hand on his and he looked up at me. I could have happily stared into his sea blue eyes for days, but I had work to do. "I need to get back in the swing of things, before this weekend....
My boyfriend James and I are in our mid-30's and I love our lifestyle which includes lots of fun, parties, romantic dinners, vacations...ooh & SEX! We love to go to concerts and drink expensive wine. Some of our friends who have kids tell us how much they envy our freedom. When we pull into their driveway in our little red sports car and park next to their...
"Morning David, how's things?" "Good thanks, you?" "Yeah, really good, beautiful morning." This brief exchange takes place as we approach each other across her gravel drive. A couple of minutes earlier I'd pulled through the gates onto the enclosed drive that stretched across the front of the house, as usual she'd heard me pull in and had walked out to...
After posting our stories describing how we started exchanging erotic photo's (and eventually ending up in a threesome) with a very good friend, we've received quite a few emails asking us questions about how we started, why we do it, and what we're doing now. This isn't really a story in the strictest sense of the word, but we thought that perhaps a biogra...
The ride to Nicki's house wasn't nearly as complicated as she had led me to believe. We drove west on the highway for a mile or so, then turned north driving right past my police station. We continued a few more miles until we were in what I would call "the country." We drove by a number of barns and cows and even a farmer driving his tractor in after a hard...
Do you have a hobby that most people just don't understand? Maybe you like drag racing. Or perhaps you're mad about football, hockey, wrestling or soccer. Perhaps you consider rugby or mountain climbing to be the highlight of your life. It's more than a hobby for you, it's a passion. You cannot do without it. You experience withdrawal or something. Yeah, tha...
Surely she wasn't the only one. Everyone did it, harbored wicked thoughts. Of course they did—it was all hidden beneath their business suits and workday clothes. She couldn't be the only one. Of that she was certain. But maybe, maybe she was the only one who'd crossed the line. Who'd moved from wicked thought to action. The 5:45 p.m. train from Linley Sta...
Monday morning, my boss, Sue, walks into my office with a copy of the paper in her hand. She sets it down on my desk. “So, this is the mystery man?” she asks, pointing to the paper. “Yes, that’s him,” I reply, smiling down at the picture of Vin kissing me. Settling in a chair, she comments “You know, I was a little worried about you going on a trip with s...