Every man is a voyeur. We like to look. Voyeurism is cerebral and man is a creature of raw instincts. I could recount dozens of times when a flash of a nipple, a wet shirt, a wind blown skirt exposing panties made me hard, triggering off a fantasy, a desire for a sexual adventure of raw lust. Other times it has been even more interesting, when time provid...
"Doctor Wolffenstep!" Cuddles complained, "Just handing out candy is no fun!" The illustrious mad scientist and dark sorcerer sympathized with his pet and occasional familiar, who currently wore a mostly human form thanks to the successful test run of his Enanthropomorphosizer Mark III earlier in the day. Nonetheless, he had to stay firm. He gave her a scol...
"That's cute." I said, for maybe the fiftieth time. "Hm...no, that's cuter." I said again. I pointed to the red dress currently draped over a small black chair before me. My friend Trina looked at it and frowned. She always did this to me; she would call me over before her date, ask me to dress her, complain that she's fat, and complain about her impendi...
Jenna Merriweather couldn't understand why she was so nervous as she opened the gate to let herself into the neighbors yard. Old Mrs. Jourdan had been a recluse and when she left her house to relatives, they had left the eight-foot cedar fence up around the property. Jenna had never really seen the Jourdan house and she was surprised to see a fresh coat of d...
Junk mail, junk mail, Visa bill, junk mail. It wasn't even worth going to the mailbox anymore. Hayley tossed the credit card bill on her desk and was about to throw the junk mail in the trash when she saw an envelope mixed in with a folded coupon flyer. She didn't know the person listed on the return address, but went ahead and opened it since it wasn't mass...
I was surprised when I was told that Roy had gone away for a while. Not because he was having a holiday but surprised at my sense of disappointment - disappointment that my wife would no longer be visiting him for coffee while I was at work. Many times she had asked me if I was OK after listening to her tale – and many times she had tried to reassure me tha...
Every guy needs a hobby. Ever since high school, my favorite way to spend my spare time and spare money was photography. I was a shy kid, so I never asked anyone I knew to pose for me. For that matter, I never took any classes either, so the opportunities to shoot people were few and far between. From the beginning, I had aspirations of making a living shoo...
This is the story of a returning injured soldier to a small town in Illinois. There is no sex in the first part, just the characters rediscovering themselves. The story itself is less about the sex and more about the relationships. Chapter 1. Finding my way back home... 15 September 2009 I was recovering from my second shoulder surgery and was still tryi...
Her soft moan startles me into wakefulness and my eyes strain to adjust to the darkened room as it is periodically lit by the flashing gray light of the television. Her head is nestled comfortably against my chest and her breath is hot on my bare skin. She adjusts slightly without coming to consciousness and then starts snoring lightly. I wrap my arm around...
Institute of Molecular Genetics, Moscow, Russia Nikolai Vavilov D.Sc., Nobel laureate for "Advancements in Genetic Editing" waited by the elevators. Down the hall, a glass paneled door led into the soundproofed conference room. The email which summoned him here specified he was to meet a prospective patron. An elevator dinged, and the head of the facility s...