Day 3 - Thursday The next morning I woke up alone. I got up, took a leak, went to the guest room, pulled on a pair of shorts and went to look for the ladies. I found Sara sitting at the kitchen table alone in a tee shirt that was even too big for her. It was down to her knees when she stood. The material was thin enough that I could see her areolas through...
I'd known Josh Drake since 4th grade, and all the kids in the neighborhood were happy when his parents obliterated most of their backyard and replaced it with a big swimming pool. I spent lots of my middle school summer days and occasional nights in that pool. His parents even let us use it when Josh and his sister Kate weren't around, as long as there was s...
"She did WHAT?" I asked, turning to Ann as she snickered at my reaction. I was so stunned I let off the gas pedal for just a moment, making the car slow down quickly. And that was because we were climbing up a rather steep incline in the Rocky Mountains. "You heard me," Ann said with a bashful grin. She was lying back in her seat, her eyes hidden by her gl...
I often have fantasies about being 18 again and enjoying sex for the first time. This story involves my Mother and Father, (I chose not to use their names and just call them mom and dad.), and their good friends Tom and Theresa. My sister, Shirley, and Tom and Theresa's daughter, Sarah, are introduced as they will undoubtedly have major roles in future stori...
Again, there was a heavy downpour in the afternoon in the city due to low pressure(depression) that occurred in the Bay of Bengal. It was raining heavily. It had rained most of last night and there was no sign of respite yet. A grey and dark sky seemed to be descending on the city unable to bear the weight of heavy saturated clouds. Pawan Kumar cursed the we...
I wondered if there was a place where a fertile woman could go to be impregnated, and decided to do an Internet search. Sure enough--it seems there's something for everyone out there. I found the Impregnation Hotel. Let me tell you about it. It's located, ironically, in the Virgin Islands--a little out of the way tropical paradise, from what I can tell by t...
Day 6 Consciousness came slowly, a little bit at a time as the fog of fatigue lifted from my body. I had slept like a rock, which was unsurprising given the exertions of the day before. Before meeting Sara I had never considered sex with other men. Before coming to Paradiso I had never given more than a fleeting thought to acting on those desires, so deepl...
It all began when my boss, Max, called me into his office last Thursday. I was waiting in the outer office, talking with Jenny, his secretary. We were talking about the project that I had just finished. It had been a big one and it took months of sacrificing evenings and weekends to get it done on time. "I saw the Morris Project, yesterday, Natasha" Jenny s...
If you have the feeling you've read this before, you have. I inadvertently mis-numbered this chapter and having done that, was refused posting of the final two sections. My apologies for busting up the continuity. * Chapter 14 When Marion and Bill vacated the apartment, Bill had given it to Sam Carstairs. He had been living alone and spent almost every ho...
Devon was the owner of a brothel that was known far and wide for entertaining just about any sexual fantasy a man could dream up. He was a shrewd businessman with a good reputation. He treated his customers right, he treated his working girls right. His creativity helped maximize both his profits and his customer's pleasure. He offered both the basic and th...