"It changes people, Marcie." He continued the theme he had begun in the car as he let her in the door. "Experiencing alternate pasts changes your view point." He closed the door and took her coat, seeing her disbelief. "I know, it sounds impossible, and none of us are completely certain, but we've been running some very careful experiments and they seem to p...
This is a story about Christine's love of being dirty. She lives with her boyfriend who creates endless ways of using her and making her a filthy little girl. This chapter tells how Christine is prepared for a day of fun in her special room. * * * * * * * * * It was Saturday morning and Christine and I slept a bit late. By the time we got out of bed and h...
Rachel is my wife. She is tall, 5' 10, slim, lithely muscled from years of compulsive exercise routines, C cup sized breasts, small cute round ass, and the most beautiful legs that go all the way up. We're well matched in that I am 6' 2", well muscled and trim from work on construction sites. I'm not much for exercise for exercise sake like Rachel. However,...
Isabel, the basketball team's trainer—though really just a second-year kinesiology student in charge of player injuries and rehab—tells me to strip naked. We're in the athletics doctor's office, which belongs to Isabel during the basketball season, and I'm standing in front of her in my street clothes, a school t-shirt and black skinny jeans over white jock...
In this final part of the adventures of the Hasler Inc. personnel we find the entire company on the last day of the opening weekend at it's island resort called Paradise. Pete Hasler, the general director of Hasler Inc. had bought the place privately for the use of his entire company. All employees including invitees had gathered this first weekend, unknowin...
When I retired last year, I moved to Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) in Vietnam. I had heard it was a great place to retire, and that an American could really stretch his savings there. The humidity was terrible and the bustling city annoying, but for a just few thousand dollars a month, I began living like a king. More important, I discovered that for an...
DAY 1 - JUICE I was exhausted. Flying from the USA to a tiny island in the Indian Ocean was a major trek. Still, two weeks of chilling-out, fasting, and sunbathing was something I had always wanted to do. I arrived late at night, and was directed to my room, which was basic, but included a toilet, shower, and the essential mosquito net. The temperature was...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism, good and bad; it helps me to improve my...
He was a man who liked routine, so his punishment scenarios rarely changed. She'd kneel at the bottom edge of the bed, face down in a pillow, ass in the air, legs spread wide. It was humbling, this holes-exposed-for-punishment position, and just being in it could cause her tears to flow. He didn't mind tears, or crying, or begging -- expected them, in fact -...
My hands trembled as I opened the envelope - I read it - experiencing immense joy but also stressed out of my skin - I had been accepted to the UWO [University of Western Ontario] business school for their MBA program. So, I'll have to live in London Ontario for the next few years. Where will I stay? How can I afford it? I already had a student loan for my...