It was the kissing and cuddling, really, that made it all so special – that and the fact that he was her first extramural lover in over forty years. Kissing and cuddling were sufficient unto themselves so far as she was concerned – and if they led to other interesting things, or if such things came as an aftermath, that was just extra. Lying there in the i...
There was an unfortunate (or maybe that was a fortunate) truth about nuclear weapons and their use in space warfare. Without an atmosphere to transmit the concussive force, or the intense heat, nukes had to depend entirely on radiation and the light burst of their detonation to cause actual damage. The fifty fifty megaton warheads that slammed into the Tal...
The Mitri people depicted in this story are fictional, though fraternal polyandry (brothers sharing a wife) is still practised in highland parts of Asia today, particularly Nepal and Tibet, and the practice was probably much more widespread in ancient times. It is a rational cultural response to the problem of subsistence agriculture in mountainous terrain,...
Janet climbed out of the car and pulled her top over her head, baring her breasts to the bright, warm July sun. "Look at you," Mary teased as she did the same, letting her much larger breasts tumble free. Janet tossed her top into the car, smoothed her shoulder-length blonde locks, and said, "Oh, stop." She knew there was little chance of that, though. On...
"I'm having a party Saturday evening at my place, Riley. I'd like you to come if you're free!" That was Jolene: short, attractive, mid-fortyish, blond Jolene. Bred and raised in the south, able to put on a little-girl voice and babydoll act coated in the thickest syrupy drawl imaginable whenever she felt the need. She'd been a biology professor of mostly bot...
"Are you sure about this?" Amanda asked me. "This is our last chance to turn back." I had to stifle a laugh. During the past year, my wife had slept with a multitude of partners with my full consent. I had thoroughly encouraged the extramarital trysts because the mere thought of her fucking other people aroused me to no end, but, more importantly, it made h...
Surprise! I was editing several other stories when an idea hit me to continue this little string of yarn. One of these days I'll get around to publishing the next chapter of Irresistible Johnson and a few others you folks keep bugging me about. In the meantime, expect some new stuff coming, too. And please, never stop bugging me. It helps motivate this write...
"I dream of a stairway to the skies, my angel is coming down from heaven to..." I hit the pause button on my game, looked at my phone, and my breath caught in my throat the way it always does when I see my girlfriend's name on the caller ID. Dumping the controller unceremoniously on the floor, I yanked the charging cord out of the phone and raised it to my...
Author's note: I don't usually submit unedited pieces - but unfortunately my editor is too busy at the mo and I couldn't find a replacement quickly enough, as I wanted to keep them coming as long as the first chapter is still reasonably fresh on your minds. Hope it is an enjoyable read nevertheless. Chapter One - Coming to America My little Emma. Always w...
Joy awoke dreamily, remembering where she was and what she was doing. She'd had erotic dreams all night, mostly of John. Those dreams left her in an aroused state and remembering that she had impulsively left on a transcontinental trip with a steaming hot business tycoon only added to the tingling in her clit. She was alone in a nice cool bed, the expensive...