A few years back, I had to take one of those week-long business seminars where everyone pretends to be awake through day after day of training exercises that look great on paper but never seem to work when you return to the real world. As is the tradition, our first day began with an icebreaker. In this case, it was to list four true facts about yourself and...
"I tell you that love has nothing to do with the conception of a child or the formation of a family," Dr Steven Myers told his wife Dr Elizabeth Myers one night over dinner. "Of course all you need for conception is an egg and a sperm, coupled with a 9 month gestation period and there you have your child," Steven continued. "Steven of course. But I think l...
Anatomically speaking, women could never enjoy intercourse. The position of their female sexual features is made backward not to allow full male stimulation. The female vaginal and clitoris, simulative regions, are non-compatible with the male penis, except for procreation. There are books, talk shows, movies, idle chat, and theories upon hypothesis about wo...
Clarisse Evans stared at her computer screen in despair. She had been working on this project for months, but it had yet to bear fruit. Her supervisor had wanted her to get data. She got the data. He had asked for simulations. She'd run them. He wanted reports. She wrote them up. But more than anything they needed a test subject. No amount of research and d...
Beginning at an early age I heard the old adage that "life is strange." It wasn't until I was thirty two years old before I gave it any more thought than any other adage, such as "a bulldog can whip a skunk but it's not worth it," and "a clear conscience is the sign of a bad memory." Maybe I should have. A little background is necessary before I tie the old...
Thanks for the comments and feedback! I'm working on part 2, but got distracted with other stories The flyer was half-hidden under a layer of other, competing advertisements on the bulletin board, but a phrase caught Morgan's attention as she glanced at it on her way past: "multiple orgasms?" She glanced around the empty hallway in the basement floor of...
Tamara Johnson watched the sun setting on the distant horizon. The Novo Brazilian sky was alive with orange and pink hues, it was beautiful. She studied her reflection in the window of her room. A snub-nosed, freckled face stared back at her, green eyes, curly copper hair, chopped short at her nape. Not bad. She had been trying to get more sleep lately and i...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
Alison had arrived at the lab the next day at 8:00am jazzed to see Braden and ready to start her day with him. The early the morning she had once again been woken up from a steamy dream about him, and she was anxious to turn it into reality. She was seriously sexually frustrated and had decided that today she was actually going to do something about it. Th...
I set down my cup of tea with a sigh as I logged in to the computer and opened both e-mail accounts - mine, and my adviser's, which I checked for him each morning. Another day, another pile of work. But wait - was there something here, something other than the usual spam and messages from colleagues? Yes! I couldn't believe the news - the two e-mails we'd...