I opened my eyes and stretched my limbs. For some reason, I felt more refreshed than I had in years. A good night's sleep can do wonders for a body. I heard a noise emanating from the master bathroom and turned my head to the left to learn its source. An attractive woman stepped briefly into my view before entering the shower. I had to admire her lovely, n...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
Julie, Steve, and Deana came down the grand staircase in the main playroom of The Club. They were on the way to the traditional Texas barbecue that always kicked off the three day annual Membership Meeting Weekend. They were dressed to thrill, but also to be able to quickly shed clothing. Julie wore what she called "Texas Whore Chic." Cutoffs much more scan...
The signs! Were they there or not? I guess they were but I didn't recognize them or expected to see them. Or, maybe it was finding one clue at a time that didn't set off alarms that there was something wrong. Nor did finding two, or even three wake me up. I was just another loving and caring husband and father. And since the signs were found innocently and b...
I started this story a while ago, but it sat on my laptop for a while. I recently picked it back up and attempted to finish it. By then I had a whole new perspective for how I wanted this story to go. As with another story I wrote, "To Have and to Cuckold", the characters grew and the story started to write itself. I was just a passenger along for the ride....
***** This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This story idea came to me from a fan who emailed me a summary of his story that is the basis of "The diaries of Jane." It's my first work based on someone else's story and I want to do it justice. But I had to take some literary liberties by changing some minor things. I'm led to believe that his...
As always, many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedbac...
Dey didn't look away from the mass of computer components – and as DuBois stood and looked smug, she started to go through everything she knew about AIs to try and figure out what the fuck was going on. Generally speaking, there were three kinds of AI. Four, if you were a science fiction writer or fan (and Dey, being someone who grew up in a world with alien...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. I, Ralf Broman, never regretted that I did the right things in the right time during the crazy nineties when the Scandinavian economy was a real bubble and everything, or almost everything, was possible if you dared to do that. I took big loans, bought real estate and the banks never did care that my loans were...
This story is a work of fiction. This story is set in older times so the pace is certainly slower. It is also about the innocence of youth and the slow build up of the erotica. Patience is a virtue when you read this story. The buildup is slow but the rewards are plenty. All characters are fictious and are over eighteen years of age ***** It was raining ca...