====================*=*=*==================== This story is supposed to be a "hub" for many stories by different authors with a common theme of a sex **** "virus". "Virus" is here used in a loose sense. It can be an actual virus or something that "spreads like a virus". ====================_=_=_==================== I...
EXPLICATION: This is a deviation from my previous stories as it explores a different field in this website. This story features fictional drugs, extreme breast enlargement and lactation, a rather large mess, and a lot of pleasure. Enjoy! ***** This is the odd tale of Karen, a college-age lesbian who lives in a rented house, living a somewhat ordinary subur...
Free speech, or rather "Free Expression"? Really? I suppose we do have that freedom, provided it doesn't offend someone else and can't be construed as a threat to public safety. Free speech is granted by the first amendment, but that freedom is being censored all the time. Censorship, self or otherwise, is no laughing matter. Well, it would be if we weren't...
He breathed heavily as he hauled himself up to the top deck of the bus. A long day behind him, a few ups slight consolation for a string of disappointments. Another day, a little more in the bank, not much incentive to keep on day on day walking the narrow line between keeping clients on side and telling them directly their chances of media coverage for the...
Chapter 3: Can I help you? "CAN I HELP YOU?" I find a peeping tom watching me go at it and my first response is 'can I help you?' I'm more messed up than I thought. Pants on the floor, the remnants of an almost orgasm scattered all over the bed, and I'm doing some mental head smacks for leaving my first floor window wide open. My peeper is Kevin Miller. K...
It was a big house. Expensive, no doubt, but rather old. Still, someone had been keeping up with their maintenance and it looked as though it was in pretty good nick. That maintenance was where Evan came in. He was an electrician. The owner had called his work wanting all his wiring checked out. He, the owner, was pretty sure he had a short circuit somewhere...
Fucking colonels. I fucking hate colonels. They're always coming up with stupid shit to do; they feel like they have to show everyone they're in charge, and so they come up with bullshit. Thanks to our fuckhead Colonel, my platoon was out in the field doing "non-lethal weapons" training. Hey, dickhead! We're Marines, remember? We're lethal. It was the s...
Kari and I used to live in the same sub division, equine friendly, lot sizes averaging 4 acres, with access to acres and acres of mountain trails to enjoy. In those days we would ride together about once a week for a couple of hours. When my wife passed away a few years ago, I moved into the country about two hours away and although we seldom had the opport...
"I'm glad you called, honey. I always enjoy hearing from you, and I'm happy things are going so well. Colorado and married life seem to agree with you." "Thanks, Dad. Same here, and yes, I couldn't be happier with either my husband or where we live. Well, except for being so far away from you, of course. And speaking of enjoying yourself, are you still seei...
The hotel had an immense lobby with lush carpeting, fat armchairs, and actual trees growing in huge vases. Gretchen and I had to sign both our names on the little card at the check-in desk. It was the first time I'd ever stayed in a fancy hotel, and the first time I'd ever shared a room with a girl. Our room was halfway down the hall from the elevator. Gret...