Freshly showered and dressed for work, I was just finishing my last cup of coffee when the doorbell ran. It had to be someone selling something because everyone knows that I leave promptly at eight-thirty five. Prepared to drive the person away, I opened the door to find two uniformed policemen standing there looking quite serious. It was obvious that they w...
Martin Boston effectively signed his doom two weeks before Christmas. He thought he had it made - he was seeing Natalie one night a week and telling Christine that he was working late: always the same night, always a Friday. He explained it as a kind of compulsory overtime, and of course he was always exhausted when he arrived home, because Natalie was deman...
To understand this story, you should read the Prologue (click). * A Young Virgin to Lie in Thy Bosom Chapter 1 The Swarm The swarm was a semi-independent entity. It was composed of about a 100 million autonomous segments that were each in turn formatted with 23 out of 46 possible processors. Each segment was formed completely developed with an inherite...
All of my stories are true. Most happened in the 1970's when sex was still relatively safe and the sexual revolution was in full swing. I have been blessed in my life to have had sex with over 300 women. It's not that I'm a big Romeo or anything. Sure I've been told I'm handsome and in my younger years I was an ex-Marine, 6' and 175lbs, blue eyed with brown...
This story is the fourth in a series. The stories are told in sequence, so I think it is wise to read my stories "Kelli," "Kelli CH 02," and "Kelli CH 03" before reading this story. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those instit...
Cindy wastes no time in standing up, keeping her feet planted where they were resting and cutting Christie's breath short. Brian is delighted to see that Christie still has the same level of tolerance as she did before. Something that comes to mind is his observation of their weight differences, or at least what he thinks are differences from a couple years...
Sunday was finally here. I got out of bed early and went for a run. Ellen was still in bed when I returned an hour later. I looked down upon her. She looked exceptionally beautiful. In fact, she positively glowed. I put up coffee and stepped into the shower. I scrubbed myself and took special attention to my cock, balls and ass, cleaning them thoroughly. My...
Jack: Looking at Oliva, her sky-blue eyes fixated on me. My sperm dripping down her slightly upturned nose. Another trail from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. Her elegant hands are a mess since she held them before her mouth while she was couching. Her gaze drift to her hands and back to me. "You could have warned me." She sounds calm like wha...
I honestly have never met anyone that I hate as much as I hate Luke Ewan. It's not enough that he treats being the manager of a bar like it's the same as being the manager of a French bistro with a Michelin star. Or that he dresses like he has a date with an old spice commercial. Or that his scruff is always the perfect amount of scruffy, as if he has a set...
"Are you fucking that little bitch?" "Pardon me? Who? Of course not." "Are you sure?" "I assume we're talking about Sharon. Look, she's your friend; you're the one that suggested the two of us play tennis together on Saturday mornings since you don't really enjoy the game. They live in our neighborhood and it's a very small neighborhood. You've got to be...