It had been three weeks since he and the redhead had taken physiological readings of Nicki, both in and out of The Chair. He had spent the intervening time analyzing the data taken and making some modifications to the software. He had used the data he had recorded with Nicki to "teach" the computer when the subject was about to orgasm. When he called the red...
I haven't been feeling well for over three months. My body aches all over, some days worse than others. I went to a doctor and, after a battery of expensive tests which showed that I did not have Lyme Disease or Rheumatoid Arthritis, he diagnosed me with fibromyalgia and prescribed several medications including pain-killers, muscle relaxants and sleeping pil...
Anita was deeply unhappy. She couldn't get Robert to cancel the cartography course and come with her to Frinton. She came back from her daughter's house, laden with shopping and after a while she went upstairs to the bedroom. She looked at the large double bed and a wave of loneliness came over her. She caught herself in the full length mirror and wondered w...
Rodney sits at the bar nursing his beer patiently waiting for Ashley to arrive. Ashley steps in and comes to the bar, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She says hello, giving kisses and hugs, then heads to the changingCuckold for a black women. room. Rodney orders another beer concerned that breaking another twenty dollar bill will be one less for Ashley....
Maggie Flynn was one of the first modern women. She was what was commonly termed a "flapper" back in 1920's New York City. She didn't want to be like those "bluenoses" uptown. She wore her blonde hair short, her skirts above the knees and she was known to dance the Lindy Hop until the early hours of the morning. Her real name was Margaret, but she had been...
The girl was awake. Her dark-rooted blonde hair stuck to her face. Cobalt blue eyes, long since accustomed to the dark, no longer struggled for focus. Was it morning? Evening? Mid-afternoon? She refused to allow her frazzled mind be concerned with this annoyance. "Time," she thought...then let it go. Even the dank basement no longer offended her. She was, in...
This is a true story. It took place about five years ago, a few months after my divorce. It saved my life. I'd been married for nearly thirty years to a woman I'd known since I was in high school. Our marriage had been fairly good but with some natural ups and downs. But I don't want to get into that. Suffice to say, when I come home from work one day and s...
The prep platform's micro grabbers had deftly stripped Jana of her clothes and an array of tiny nozzles whirred around her to spray a thin film of pink latex in geometrical patterns on her stomach, back, arms and legs. A second set of nozzles laid down fine lines of gold on top of this, overlaying circuits with terminals near her nerve centers. She stood per...
I was living on a station in the Taurean sector, working as a singer in a band that had a steady gig at a bar catering to the traveling salesman class. The money was decent, and a bad job singing is better than most good jobs. But doing the same thirty songs every night, including the same requests, was getting old. Besides, the lead synstrom player was deve...
"I spooged..." Osterman was panting and laughing as he spoke. His words were halted by his laughing. Their cramped space was filled with a maelstrom of items all flying about in the weightlessness of microgravity. Both Woods and Osterman were naked, clinging to each other with their LCVGs, BIS Belts, ring bound procedure books and other items spinning around...