FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
It is a well recognized fact about sex that, in the long run, the sex act itself is one of its least intriguing aspects. Indeed, devoid of preparation and anticipation, the act of sex soon takes its place among the myriad other bodily functions which we perform but do not particularly savor. It was with such considerations in mind that suggested to my wife...
My proposal to Amanda was simple: because it would give pleasure to both of us, the two of us should cooperate in a program which would result in a subtle, but real, transformation of her body. Amanda's body was already very pleasing. Because she has a rather small, compact frame, her body has the enticing charm of a fruit in danger of passing from ripe to...
Maks lounged lazily on a hard bench in the mirror-clad practice room. His swarthy good looks, chiseled body and bad boy image had made him the object of lust for women viewers of the hugely popular TV show 'Dancing With the Stars'. The perpetual sneer that never seemed to leave his face was even more pronounced this day since he was here somewhat against his...
The Costume Store is an indiscreet shop in the mall. Few people paid it any mind and many walked passed it without giving it a second glance. If they knew what wonders were inside they might have given more thought to going inside. Inside the shop walls were racks and racks of costumes. But not just any costumes. There were costumes that turned the wearer in...
I was more than a little surprised when I emerged from my shower late on a Sunday afternoon, freshly washed and shaved after a run, to find a small, reddish female floating in my bedroom. I could tell she was female because she was nude, and her hard, maroon-colored nipples pointed in my direction. "Er," I said, determined to face this apparition bravely, "h...
It had been a long, productive week of meetings and Paul was exhausted. He debated flying home on the red-eye, but the suite was already paid for so he decided to relax and spend one more night. Besides, he had barely had any chance to play this week. He opened a beer and walked over to the suitcase sitting in the corner. Opening it, he carefully laid the co...
When Jenne woke up, her new piercings were sensitive enough that she decided to try something different. She laid out one of the new outfits she'd picked up shopping the day before: An A-line skirt, above the knee in a soft thin material, a burgundy silk blouse, and a black lace half-cup bra. She loved the way the new bra looked - a beautiful lace, which cup...
Warning: The following story contains a little bit of just about every possible sort of sex one can have, and in some cases, some sorts of sex that are impossible for us non-powered humans, no matter how hard we wish we could. Enjoy, and if you find parts of this offensive, well, just remember, it's only a story! I can only hope that if you weren't a fan o...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 2 – If a picture paints a thousand words Spring segued into summer. I was working hard and playing hard and in many ways I was having the best summer I'd known for quite a few years. I started the cricket season in top form and stayed there, consistently averaging over 60 with the bat and below 19...