"Thank god that's over," said Liz as we tidied away the presentation material. "Hey, you were great," I said. "Never missed a beat." And she hadn't. Liz Morton, from head office. Fortyish, maybe ten or twelve years older than me, but slim and attractive in her tailored suit. She smiled. "Nor did you, on the technical queries." I shrugged. "Well, I was le...
For almost half an hour I had teased my wife depriving her of her senses, all part of a lost bet. She lost but I took the opportunity to turn the tables and cash in on the payout. With her hands tied and her eyes covered with a blindfold, I filled her ears with the sweet sounds of sex listening to the audio of a hot lesbian encounter. At the same time, I...
I had met Jessica on the Internet. She had been reading my stories and sent some feedback. We loved or mail exchanges and became somehow friends, exchanged pictures. She also told me that she had another friend too. It was a married woman of 52. They exchanged some dirty mails, had phone sex and had even met once so far for a hot night. For her 25th birthday...
Pastor Sarah has just proclaimed that it is time for the class and the competition to begin. Class will consist of Margaret and Samantha providing an introduction to Jack of what it is like to be in a threesome of which one is a lesbian who has not had sex with a man in six years and the other is a woman who swings both ways. This is to prepare Jack for a n...
Tom lay awake for another hour or so. Jennifer fell asleep shortly after but woke up earlier then she anticipated because deep in the back of her head were visions of Tom and her spending all sorts of time with one another. Tom woke up about 45 minutes later then Jennifer, decided to shower, and ate a small bowl of cereal for breakfast. It was only 5:15 in...
I had just noticed my fiftieth birthday had passed a week ago. I was a loner and no one knew it was my birthday; hell I didn't either, so I was neither surprised nor disappointed that no one had wished me a happy birthday but wondered if anyone in the office had that same experience. I was not about to ask of course, I just wondered. Over the next few wee...
6 years, 5 months, 22 days, 18 hours more or less. That's how long I've been in this cell. No allowed visitors. No access to a phone. No allowed mail privileges. A white noise generator that drowns out all communication in this pod. I almost never see another human face, bet I haven't exchanged 500 words total in the past year. So that makes today special. I...
Moira Dingle was frustrated. She had just returned home to Butlers Farm after delivering meat to the Woolpack pub, in the Yorkshire village of Emmerdale, and was resisting opening a bottle of wine, so soon after drying out from an alcohol problem. The reason for her frustration was her estranged husband Caine. He had left her after her affair with the farm...
HUMANITY 2.0 YEAR 029, DAY 039 I stirred the pot briefly, and then brought a spoonful of the chunky dark red substance to my mouth and sampled the mixture. It needed more pepper and cumin, but not yet. I'd give it another hour to stew. I closed the lid, leaving the machine on low heat, and then went back to the opposite counter. I set out the flour, some ga...
This is the continuation of a story that I recently posted based on something that happened fifty years ago. I recently went to my fiftieth High School Class Reunion, and this is my version of what happened that weekend: * In case you have forgotten, my name is Jonathan Stevens MacIntyre, and I still live on the outskirts of the largest city on the Illino...