My journey begins as some do, with an accident. My mother had taken a nasty fall at her home. It had flooded due to a busted pipe and slipped while cleaning it up. I was living in another town a few hours away when I got a call about what happened, in which I dropped everything and drove expecting the worse. I was an only child and my father had split when I...
I get lots of vacation time at my job, but I'm so busy I don't always get to use all of it. My old friend Alice told me she has a similar situation at work, so we decided that every year in the early spring, we would take a trip to a resort somewhere, so we don't end up losing our vacation days. This year, Alice and I went to a beach resort in Mexico. The...
A few summers ago, I discovered some of the more erotic nature of conversations that could develop over some chat rooms. The conversations seemed to turn rapidly to sex, fantasies, what we'd like to do and, well, I'm sure you all have "been there....done that". I started chatting with a woman on a local chat room here. She was about my age (I'm now 47, but...
My next door neighbor, Fred, seems like an ordinary guy. Lately, though, I've seen a lot more of him than I really want to. He's about forty, average build, nothing special to look at. It all started with him walking around naked inside his house with the curtains open. The distance between our houses is small enough that I can see in there clearly. I ign...
My wife Maria was obsessed with becoming a high-priced call girl, paid to have sex with upper level business clients in luxury hotels. While it took some time and research to make her fantasy into reality, the effort paid benefits. Here is Maria's narration of one of her more unusual transactional encounters with a high-level executive in Detroit's auto in...
**This article is for internal use only. Not for release outside the Institute, except as required by law.** My Interview with the Professor by Stephanie Weingarten The first notes I have are from my walk-in to her Fabrics and Materials class. My visitor's tag was waiting, and I was soon wandering the elegant but functional halls. As befit (I have to avo...
Sally's brain activated before her body. A switch came on inside her head, a rusty and disused one, like forcing an old circuit breaker back up. Must open eyes, she thought, but can't, they're too heavy. She felt her face pressed into the surface as if it had been in that one spot for years. She could feel the dents in her skin, the old pool of dribble at th...
This story involves a description of a future world dominated by women, in which men have no rights and are considered property. If that is not your thing I ask you to continue on your way. * Prologue "Move forward!," a sharp female voice commanded. The line of males took a few steps forward. "And stop!" There was a several long lines of them on the asph...
I was looking through the internet personals to pass the time, although deep inside, I was actually desperate for a date. My name is Mike, and I was a 21 year old guy in college studying sociology. I wasn't bad looking or anything but just a little shy. Usually, the personals were just full of kids putting fake postings or unattractive women who couldn't ge...
On October 11, just a few days before I met Patricia, I had finished my self-described "30 dates in 30 days." Kind of a dating challenge. I had posted an ad on POF.com on September 5 or maybe September 6, edited it a dozen times until it was perfect (or as close to perfect as I was going to get), and I started meeting women on September 7. Typically, it was...