It’s funny how small a step away a parallel universe could be… For instance if just a slight change in the genetic makeup of humanity meant that fertility rates were, and had always been: far, far lower than our own. Overt sexuality might not have plausibly become taboo, simply for survival of the species. Societies could have developed in much the same way...
(( Author's Note: Once again, in my fit of inspiration, I leave behind a mess that makes little sense or impact. This post and all others later written by me will be undergoing significant amounts of intensive editing. Otherwise, feel free to post anything you like. The thread has been set to Public after all. Note 2: Posts are notorious difficult to organiz...
This is the story of my sister's 18th birthday. I was a 20 year old university student at the time and, as a gift from our parents, my sister, Paige, was given use of our holiday home at Mt. Bachelor for a week. In past years during every snowy season, my parents, my sister and I,would go up to Mt. Bachelor and stay for anywhere from a week or two depending...
Moving away from Jim, I calmed down as I practiced paddling on my knees. I knew that by edging my knees ever wider, I was exposing my swollen genitalia to all the riders behind me but I found the liberty to do so, sexually exciting. Had I been wearing a swimsuit I would have been constantly checking to make sure everything was properly in place, thus preserv...
Most of my friends and family would agree that I seem to have a knack for knowing about things before they happen. Call it precognition. Sometimes the knowledge comes in dreams, sometimes just a hunch, sometimes in the guiding voice I've learned to listen to. This knack is often handy, like the day I postponed a trip to the bank to deposit some checks, only...
To say that Carly took it like a trooper up her butt was to put it mildly, as I pounded her sweet booty for the hell of it yet a third time now. We took breaks in between, of course, so both of us could recover a bit after each session, but otherwise, Carly was quite the anal slut, and I didn't mean that in a pejorative way, of course. She wanted to become m...
Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, i...
Diesel City stretches like a rusted ulcer across the northern United States from Chicago to Cleveland. Motorcycles, trains, and airships constantly roar through the city streets belching smoke and rattling the oft-broken windows as great factories churn out everything from muscle cars to atomic bombs. Women tend to fall into three categories: Dames (easy lab...
While the characters in this and in my previous stories are based loosely on my wife and me, this is entirely a work of fiction. If you do not like to read fantasies about cuckolds or sex-starved wives, then please move on and read another type of story. Constructive criticism about my writing style or about the story is welcome. Other comments are not. --...
Regular readers will know about my Annie's amazing arse and how much I love to take advantage of it. Some months ago I had to abandon my idea of taking her more into the BDSM lifestyle (of which I'll write more another time). But while I am now restricted to an occasional light spanking Annie did 'confess' to me the thrill she gets from knowing I lust after...