Melissa asked, "Would you shave me?" "Certainly. Shave you, give you a full-body massage, scrub you in the shower, wash your hair, paint your toenails or rub your lipstick off with my lips. I'm your volunteer." "You volunteered to shave Emma." "And, I meant it. If it's Ok with you I'd be happy to shave Emma, Jo and Barb. It's an act of intimacy, of friend...
This was a very difficult chapter to write. Lots of ups and downs. My partner is still nashing his teeth. I appreciate all of the comments and the support from my readers. It's kept me going on what originally was a single chapter short story. Ginny, Angie and Meg had decided to take a late lunch and go shopping. Jeff had finally cleared Ginny to walk wit...
Disclaimer: This sardonic new BTB-fantasy version of (RIGHT) UNDER HIS EYES (with better punctuation) is a work of fiction. All sexual players are at least 18 years old no matter their height. Nobody dies. Do not take this seriously. It is not a hot stroker. There is little detailed sex here, nor much reality. You *will* find sick humiliation and a little (h...
The quickest way to develop a hatred of humanity was to work in sales. No matter how much you liked people at the beginning, within a week, resentment crept in, and after a month, you wanted to run away to an uninhabited planet. He used to think working as an apprentice chef was thankless work. It was hot, it was busy, and the hours were long. People compla...
It was in the second year of my collegiate sports career that I met Sandra. She was a freshman runner for Davidson Bible College, based among the scenic leaves and caterpillars of southern Virginia. My previous year of experience amidst the co-ed cross-country racing circuit had been unsurprising; indeed, it seemed terribly similar to the high school scene,...
"Holy fuck, look what the cat dragged in," Fred cried as he watched Ricky walk through the front door of The Dollhouse. It was late in the afternoon, and the club was largely deserted at this hour, but a few regulars were starting to trickle in. Ricky, until recently, had been one of those regulars. "I haven't seen your mangy ass in here for months." He grin...
What a difference two days can make. When I woke up the day before yesterday, I was lying in a hospital bed with more cables attached to me than a substation feeding New York City. At least that's the way it seemed. I really don't remember how I got there, but they tell me that I was rushed to the hospital after passing out at the mall. Here I am two days...
Entry 2: The International Fair This story may be confusing on its own, although it is a stand-alone work, so reading Part 1 is not needed, though it may be helpful. The most necessary thing to know for this series is that the viewpoint characters are Alexis and Alexander, a girl and a boy respectively. They share a body, and when one sneezes, they transfor...
"Well, that was easy," Mike mused as they arrived back at their quarters. "Uh huh," Melody agreed. "Almost... too easy. I wouldn't expect all of our assignments to be that simple." "Agreed." As the pair embraced, happy at their first successful negotiation with a genie servant and her master, there came a knock at their door. Mike crossed the small bri...
The door to the doctor's surgery clicked shut behind us. The news I had just been given, that I was infertile, shocked me to the core. After my wife Sam had been found to be positively fertile, the finger of blame had pointed in my direction and an appointment with our local doctor and a sample of my sperm (which Sam kindly helped me produce) confirmed that...