Date: June 1975. Since Jeannie worked in the lab, the doctor that examined her husband's semen to determine the sperm count handed her the report of his finding. Her shoulders slumped as she read: "The damage incurred to Mr. Runion's testicles in the vehicle accident will prevent him from fathering a child." Jeannie had feared this was the case and had a p...
My twin sister fancied herself crazy and began creating avatars when she was sixteen. Her mother and her brother, me, went along with it because everything else about Elizabeth was so special. Some days it seemed as though all the good genes in our entire family tree had converged on her. She was, simultaneously, an athlete, a musician, a brilliant student,...
I enjoy being around women and most women are comfortable with me. I find it easier to meet and converse with a lady than I do with another man. It is not all about sex either. In fact, it is seldom that erotic thoughts are an issue as I get know a lady, although I do enjoy those feelings when they do occur. It was not always like that. I had pursued women r...
"It can never happen again," she had said. The words rang in his head like a bell continuously as Tim Wallace went to work every day. In a lot of ways his job at the Seattle marketing agency, Branson Tanner, hadn't changed much over the past several weeks. He continued to fulfill his role as an Art Director, he continued to prank fellow co-workers, and he re...
This story is entirely fiction and does not represent any persons living or dead. * * * * * Jeannie looked around the apartment. She was alone on her first day in the major's (Tony's) house. He had gone back to work at NASA. No one knew anything about her, or at least the truth about her origins, except for major Healy - Tony's best friend. Being a genie h...
This is the story of how I met my wife. Thomas Jefferson High... That's where I went to school. We were a little over halfway through our junior year when my wife and I first met. That's when fate first fell into my lap. Oh that fickle finger of fate. I suppose most guys owe the meeting of their wives to fate. It certainly played a role in mine. Yeah, a Kin...
I never really knew the dynamics of the marriage between Jeannie and her husband. They had been married about 10 years when Jeannie and I had first met(fucked). Based upon the guy's op-ed pieces in the newspaper, he was a boring insufferable sanctimonious little shit. I witnessed his behavior towards Jeannie at a couple of parties and he treated her, despite...
They were in a cosy tangle of limbs in the rumpled bed next morning when the phone rang. Jeannie fumbled for the handset, juggling it as she almost dropped it, but finally got it to her ear. "Hello? ... Oh, hi, Helen. Is my Dad still alive? ... you're sure? ... yeah, she's here. Hang on a sec." Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty. "It's your mom." "Hi, Mom....
We had been on vacation for a few days and I was feeling very mellow. The days had begun moving slower and today was a beautiful one, warm, with very few clouds in the sky. At four in the afternoon, Jeannie and I went down to the beach, laid out the beach towels, set up the umbrella and beach chairs, and I settled in to enjoy a trashy novel for the next coup...
Lenny leaned his head back against the headboard as he watched Jeannie skillfully squeezing his cock between her large full breasts. She held her breasts tightly together and slowly massaged his cock with her soft flesh. She smiled up at him then lowered her head far enough to lick the head of his cock then cradled it back between her boobs and gently mass...