This is a continuous story. In order to understand it fully it is best to read it in its entirety, starting with Chapter 01. The story so far: Josh had been doing research at the UT Medical in Galveston to perfect a cloning technique that would allow the transfer of the human consciousness into a cloned but not sentient body, effectively just a human shell....
Ben held the phone up in the air. "Amelia?" he called out. "Uhuh?" Her voice, thick sounding as if caused by a cold, came back down the hallway to him. "Jon and Bella want us to go to theirs this Saturday night. For dinner. You good for that?" "Mmm," came back the response. Ben spoke into the phone's mouthpiece. "Jon, we're on. What time? Excellent. We...
I'd like to thank you all for the reception this story has been given. Glass Houses is a retelling of my first erotic story I post years ago on another site. To the best of my knowledge that version is no longer out there, but if this seems familiar, you might have run into it back then. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up,...
Four-fifteen on a lightly raining morning marked what appeared to be the start of social disintegration in the life of Betsy Milton-Stewart. Betsy awoke to hear her husband Royce cry, "I don't feel well." He coughed and gurgled, starved for air, dying of a massive coronary at 4:15. A former star athlete and regional Young Businessman of the Year winner, Ro...
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Britta was drunk. Meeting her old anarchist friends often meant downing an insane amount of alcohol and this time had been no exception. They had literally downed everything. If she were honest, Britta would have had to admit getting wasted at some dive bar had not been her original plan. Trying to pluck up the courage to discuss a failing relationship tur...
My name's Emily. I'm a blonde, with what boys like to call a "tight body," when they're being kind, when what they really mean is that I'm thin as a rail, except for my legs, which are well-toned from the sports I play. My nose is too big, my tits are too small, and my ears stick out. I'm happy with who I am, mostly, but let's say the boys never knocked down...
I woke up with a start as the door to the bedroom slammed shut. "Time to get up slaves!" Vanessa chimed. She came over and pulled us out of the bed, shooing us into the bathroom and into the shower. "Get cleaned up. I'll be waiting." she said. "Don't take long, we don't want our guests to get bored." Shannon and I washed each other and cleaned the sex fr...
A couple of weeks ago I signed up for an adult education class that teaches the art of sensual massage. The class is a study into massage techniques guaranteed to provide pleasure for your partner. The first class was a lecture on the finer aspects of massage. Future classes promised some hands-on experience. This past week was uneventful while I waited for...
"I never thought I'd be a cougar. But there's a certain amount of attention you just can't ignore." Shelby and Brenda were day-drinking in the shaded part of the patio. The sun shone in shimmering reflection off the rippling blue pool. "Yeah. I know what you mean. But he's at least legal right?" "Just." "Well, so that's good. Me, I'm lucky I guess. I don'...