Sunnyvale, California Earth 1997 Mark Hanson's hands shook the entire day. An excited, nervous tension sliding through him from his feet to his scalp to his fingers. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. "Hey, retard." The voice snapped him out of his focus on trying to keep his feet moving one step ahead of him. It was harder than it sounded - he was alway...
"What do you mean, show you?" "I mean, show me." "Like . . . kiss you?" "Well, don't make it sound like a chore!" "No, I didn't mean that, I—" Without further discussion, she placed her hand around the back of his head and pulled his face to hers. He attempted to pull away, not because he didn't want to do it, but rather, he didn't like the way she was...
They were all grumpy and exhausted after the near-fiasco in Mexico. But Esther refused to let them put Jacob and Tomiko in danger by staying any longer than necessary. By the afternoon they'd returned the rental cars and picked up their own from the airport lot. While they made preparations for the next long drive, Esther sat with Jacob. "Why go all the way...
The next day Mark arrives at the psychiatrist's office a few minutes early, as his doctor knew he would. He did "dress up" a little, wearing a soft black pullover that clings to his strong body and accentuates his striking silhouette. It makes him look touchable and intimidating at the same time. Even Dr. Zavodny's gaze gets a little lost in the dark expanse...
Chapter 8 - Heather takes Gary in hand - again Gary was perfectly ready to enjoy a further oral experience with Heather when he turned up to do some more gardening a week or so after his last visit. He was rather expecting it, indeed looking forward to it. Her enthusiasm had been more than a little pleasing the last time! It was another lovely day as the...
Parts of this story have greatly benefitted from George Anderson's input. I wouldn't call it editing any more, co-authorship describes it better. Other parts are still my stuff, the quality and the lack of grammar errors will surely tell you which parts are his. ***** Warning: - This story contains no real sex scenes. I generally don't like writing those...
Under the steady stream of demanding kisses from Tanya, Mark sank back on the couch. He already knew she was a big eater - the way she had handled that huge rib-eye steak when he had taken her out had left no doubt about that - but now it was becoming clear that she also knew other things to do with her mouth. And he was loving that. As he lay back, Tanya s...
Author's note: This is a sequel to "Pernilla does Padjelanta", to understand it fully you should read that first but it isn't necessary. This story is a product of my imagination written for my enjoyment and hopefully yours. It contains incest so if you don't like sort of thing that please don't read any further. ----- When I turned fifty I didn't think mu...
Mark fucked Clair standing up in the hallway while she wore that. The hallway mirror was the largest in the condo and he wanted to see her face moan in pleasure, her tits bounce. And he wanted to see himself, just a little. He felt so good lately. He couldn't tell what it was. His work was going better than ever. He'd even gotten promoted in the last week, s...
Mark and Kriti looked down at Mumbai through the plate glass window, the city laid out for them in all its manic energy. Suddenly, Kriti jumped. "Oh, Mark! Is that the hotel?" "Ha, yeah. I wondered when you'd notice. You can see the taxi rank. And the balcony." "Is that why you chose this office?" Kriti looked at him, her dark eyes misty. "Of course. Wit...