I know I was supposed to be reading or writing something. Managing something. The truth is I was distracted and my hair was down, and I could feel it against my neck when I turned my head to see what bullshit some politician was saying on ABC News. Every time I turned my head, I felt it brush my collar bone and when I pushed it away from my face and pulled i...
Chapter 02: The Morning After Waking up to the fragrant musk of his wife's hair, Adi buried his nose deeper into the source of that pleasurable scent. He found his hands still cupping Ilyana's breasts and his palms sweated from fondling her magnificent globes. Kneading them until her nipples stiffened, he then pinched them, which roused the Zamoran from her...
Dawn was breaking, and the dew atop the giant mushroom under which I had spawned last night began to glisten in the morning sunlight. No sign of Nick yet, but that was no surprise. From what I've read, GenLink was the most expansive and immersive VR experience yet; a bold claim in 2070. Ever since the invention of the suspension tank, the VR experience has...
He likes using lotion. Lotion. Locomotion. Jerking forward. Self-propulsion in a plush chair. Instead of chugging, lots of tugging. No diesel in his engine but billowing steam -- his breath hot against the air-conditioned frigidness of his corner office. He is at full throttle. A bit of right-handed velocity, and here comes the viscosity. Vertical. Volcanic....
She sat on the wooden stool in the bar brooding over a glass of gin with a twist of lime. Belle was past angry. Trent had really pissed her off in his texts. She was trying to be serious about him being so polite to her needs, but he would never say what he needed. She longed for him to say what he desired. She typed, "I don't want a chameleon who changes...
The three men approached the reception area. Their eyes narrowed as Amanda stepped towards them, sensing her to be one of them, albeit different. Amanda gathered herself together and plastered a smile on her face, one she hoped she felt. She looked over their shoulder, not meeting their eyes. That will make her look submissive, which will ultimately play in...
Knock knock, The tall solid oaken door opened. A redolence of musk and a subtle aroma of expensive perfume instantly invade my senses. I like it and I like it a lot. A tall woman wearing extremely sheer stockings, or are they pantyhose, a pair of stilettos with black strappy heels and burgundy red toenails, a long black skirt, split at the shapely thigh and...
**Note this is a continuation from a previous story** *** I was fairly confused the moments after Daddy left. I had spent my whole life as the "All-American" typical guy, and here I was, sitting on my couch, in women's lingerie, wearing makeup and a wig, with the taste of an older man's cum now lingering in my mouth. I had done it. I had dressed up for a m...
Soedad was born on the north shore of Long Island in September 1966. Her Mother Estelle was Cuban and her father an Australian making Soedad biracial in a time when interracial marriages were illegal in may states. She attended Smithville High and later went onto Harvard. In 1989 she landed a job hosting a medical show on KISS FM in Boston. Soledad was a...
Author's note: Thanks to J Swafford for creating the premise for this in his original work 'The Body Shifters'. I reached out and told him I was working on this when it was almost ready and received his permission to post. He told me he was looking forward to reading it! This is my first story, I started this back in 2013 but didn't know where to go with...