The following is a true story. Names have been changed or omitted altogether to protect those involved, but the events occurred as depicted. * "You can pick me up anytime." I'll never forget those softly spoken words. The way that she made eye contact while getting out of my car and softly uttered those words immediately got my mind racing with possibili...
Day One: I watch as the cars drive by on Hill Street, in my own little world. Waiting for him to show up. I've been talking to this guy for a year and this is our first meet. I'm anxious, excited, and very, very nervous. He's been on my mind a lot. Not always sexual, but he makes a great friend, definately someone I can talk to when my life is going to hel...
My name is David. I'm a young black man attending Harvard Medical School. I've also been blessed and cursed with the Gift of Telepathy. The ability to read people's minds. It's a power that has come in handy more times than I can count. I discovered it a long time ago, and I've always kept it to myself. When you're a telepath, you know many things about peop...
It was almost noon the next day before either Darla or Shelly awoke. Their legs were a bit wobbly as they headed to the bathroom, where they showered together and playfully fondled each others tits and pussies, all of which were still a bit sore from all of the fucking they that had received the day before. However, as neither one was seeking an orgasm; they...
Copyright 2007, Otto26 Thanks go to my patient editor, snooper. Thanks also to my test reader, slippedhalo, and to all you nice folks asking when I'm going to get another story submitted. The first part of this story, which explains some important things, can be seen at my profile page. * "I'm sorry, Daniel," Giolla wheezed into the phone, "but that visi...
Traveling weightless felt strange to everyone. The drones responding favorably in getting them across the desert distance. If not at a slower pace than expected. Carrying them at acceptable speeds was necessary. As it warmed up the breeze brought on by the passing air flow felt great. Expanding out further than they ever had before they caught glimpses of po...
I was the guest, for a week at the home of old friends of my family the White’s, that I had known as a young teen. I was to be their only a few days and told them I would help them pack and move out of the house they had lived in for almost 25 years and into a retirement community. They had called a Man Power/Temporary work service to send over a man on Tues...
Stan twisted on the sofa. Anne had invited him in, but not for coffee. There was only one plausible explanation... was he ready? His erection felt like a log in his underwear... That part of him felt ready, at least. Anne had opened her door and gestured him inside. She'd told him, "Sit there while I fix us a drink. What would you like?" Stan asked for a...
Olivia sat, staring into her cup of tea. After a busy morning at the checkouts, she was glad to be away from the till and quietly stared around her. Across the restaurant, a young woman rustled her newspaper after placing her order with the waitress. Dressed in a navy blue trouser suit and sharp pointed heels, she oozed a raw sense of power and control. Oliv...
I have been napping. The stuffy darkness of the guest room greets me with black on black, and I can barely see my own hands. Downstairs the house is alive with the rest of the family. The whole family. My daughter will have arrived with her husband Todd by now - I think I can almost hear his deep voice from the busy kitchen. Sara and John and the children mu...