My life changed the week before Christmas last year when I lost my virginity. I'm sure that many might say that not having sex until I was twenty-five was unnatural, twisted even. And, to be fair, knowing what I know now, I'd have to agree. But of course before that fateful lesson I was perfectly happy in my celibate state; perfectly happy waiting until I w...
Summer of 18, Pt. 02 - Copyright, 2007 - 2014, Trace Ekies. All rights reserved. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Author's notes: I have submitted this in the 'Exhibitionist & Voyeur' category as that is its predominant theme. However this part includes sexual situations, (but no physical contact), between a middle-aged father and his eighteen-year...
Gina's log. 3218 hours to Earth orbit. Still no clue as to the android's real purpose, or how to discover said purpose without damaging it. He responds to some voice commands, but rarely speaks. I have no idea how to get him to listen to me consistently. No wonder he was crafted in a male form. Have spent the last 1014 hours studying the books on robotics av...
Susan and Michael get naked for the last time. A soldier and a fireman experience the real Nude Day celebration. I dedicate this story to Barb, my friend. I gave her the idea for this story and she told me to run with it. Since high school graduation, Susan and Michael's favorite holiday was Nude Day. Unlike others who celebrated the naked holiday with a...
Hello Everyone! I want to start by saying that I appreciated all the feedback I got on Chapter 5. I appreciated some more than others, but I appreciated it all. I apologize for the obvious mass confusion and the only explanation I can provide is that Chapter 5 was originally a lot longer, but I decided last minute to break it up. Obviously that wasn't the...
Greg was feeling lonely. His wife had died suddenly of cancer two years ago. He hadn't had the time or inclination to start dating again, besides which he had his 21-year old son living with him. Working part-time from home, he didn't meet that many other women in the normal course of the day. Making it worse, his son Paul was dating a pretty 20-year old wh...
The trees dance wildly, thrashing green against a charcoal sky and even the dash from the bus to the apartment block is enough to drench me through. My soaked clothes drip on the tiles leaving a trail in to the elevator. I come face to face with myself in the mirror, this is habit. I work in an office, in the basement of the building, actually I prefer to re...
2. Winter Jenny's arm ached as she vigorously polished the mahogany sideboard in the dining room. After breakfast, Cook had given her an old rag and a large tub of beeswax, and instructed her to dust and polish all of the downstairs furniture. Jenny hadn't realised just how many tables and chairs and sideboards there were until now. It was tiring work, alth...
Have you ever had a secret crush that you have kept, quiet but cherished, in one of those little compartments at the back of your brain? Not a model, or a movie-star. Someone real. They don't have model looks, or a perfect figure. But they have something extraordinary about them that is mesmerically attractive to you and you wonder whether other people see i...
This story, as are all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome, if not, thank you for visiting. ***** "Baron, you have a very nice vulva," Kelly said, admiring the handiwork. "I thought we were going to say 'whatchamacallit'," Baron said. "Whatchamacallit for you and thingamajig for me or whoope secti...