A little sci-fi tale that gets more complicated than it needs to be. It's mostly soft, with a touch of hard. Barely touched. Should I continue this one, it will get there. Enjoy and thanks for all the recent input, folks. I promise to get back to continuations of other stories soon, too. As for this one, it's so similar in theme to another I recently wrote,...
"Hey," Rebecca said, leaning over the couch. "Hey," I said, giving her a quick glance over my shoulder and turning my attention back to my game. This had lately become our usual routine. Rebecca Marshal lived next door, and had lived next door and been my closest friend for as long as I could remember. She was six months younger than me. We were both eig...
It has been quite a few years since I have done any writing, life got in the way, then I forgot my logon password and after trying and failing to get it reset several times I gave up, as a result my writing took a back seat. Recently I received feedback on one of my stories and it inspired me to try one more time to recover my password and it worked this tim...
He awoke in a daze not exactly certain where he was or . . . someone was gently nudging him back to consciousness . . . through hazy eyes a clock on a wall in front of him read eleven, but he had no idea whether it was morning or evening. With greater awareness came answers in the form of something taped to his arm: an IV. That suggested a hospital. The pers...
Rebecca, a 40 year old recently separated from her husband, leaves her apartment and goes to the bank of mailboxes to get her mail. It's a clear and cool Saturday afternoon and she is looking forward to enjoying a nice relaxing afternoon. Rebecca meets her neighbor from two apartments over -- college aged, tall, and well defined, though not the body builder...
Rebecca laid on the bed with Stacy as Jim stood in the open doorway with a very impressive erection. Rebecca smiled and called him over to the bed with her index finger. Stacy’s hand was moving in circles right above Rebecca’s pussy. Stacy’s index finger dipped right into the top and Rebecca’s slit and felt how warm her cunt still was and how slippery Jim...
It was pointed out by some readers that I let a major problem slip through when I proof read this story originally. The name of the female character changed part way through the story. When working on several different stories at the same time it is sometimes difficult for me to keep them from flowing into one another. This name inconsistency is an example o...
"Excuse me. I was wondering if I could get my homecoming pictures taken here?" asked the soft, angelic voice of a young girl who just walked into Jane's photo studio. Jane sat at the front desk with her face planted in her laptop doing a bit of research online. "We do homecomings, proms, birthdays, bar mitzvahs............" Jane trailed off once she looked...
It was finally done. Rebecca's big paper. Just in time too. The Halloween party she planned to attend tonight would reach full force in an hour or two. The sun was already setting. Rebecca stuffed the pages in an envelope and licked across it. Her tongue flicked around her mouth afterward to shoo away the bad taste that the envelope had left. Rebecca was v...
Despite being wrapped in a warm blanket, Rebecca was shaking. She wasn't sure whether it was from the cold outside or the fear that kept washing over her that felt like jumping into a cold swimming pool over and over. Ethan's friend Steve was sitting with her on the steps outside the bar. He was quiet. Rebecca could tell he was not sure what to say to her, b...