Disclaimer: All persons having sex are over the age of 18. The following contains gender transformation through science fiction, pregnancy, the wife wearing the pants in the family, role reversal, and a first-person perspective. ****** I sat on the couch, forcing myself to look through job listings yet again. It had been months since I had gotten laid off,...
My wife, Jennifer, had become more and more aware of the societal revolution taking place. That revolution is interracial dating, fucking, marriage, and breeding. Everywhere we go she would point out to me how beautiful interracial couples looked together. She confided in me that interracial babies were beautiful, and she wanted to know what it would be lik...
Dear Cassandra, I leave you my grandmother's ring, an ancient heirloom passed down through generations. Your mother begged me to destroy it rather than leave it to you. She was sure that it is cursed, but I suspect it is cursed only by the fears of men, and not from some intrinsic evil - unless all witchcraft be so. I have never dared wear it myself, being...
I had known all my life that I was into WAM before I knew there was a word for it. Let me explain something before I get into it: WAM is nothing to do with the campy 1980s pop duo of George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley. WAM stands for Wet And Messy, and refers to the fetish of being aroused by oneself or other people being, well, wet and/or messy. By messy I...
Listening to the end of a Metallica song, he was in a groove, pounding out some hardware description code for the new design when he heard the sound of a screeching baby overtaking the grind of Kirk Hammett's axe. He lifted the headphones off one ear to make sure everything was OK. The sound of the bathtub filling alerted him; apparently the new nanny was gi...
My wife and I were finally taking that long-awaited vacation we had been planning. It had been some time since we had a vacation due to the cost of raising 3 kids. But the last one had moved out in March and we were finally empty nesting and were really looking forward to spending time alone in the place where we had been married twenty-two years earlier in...
17. Now, the Ancient Quarter was waking up at its usual lazy pace. Elizabeth had grown to think of this part of the city as being like a pampered dowager cat, awakened daily by the caress of the sun and stretching lazily to greet each morning. Today was no different as the sun crept with feline grace down the stucco sides of the buildings, giving the mornin...
My Wife Amy and I were fans of the outdoors and we loved to camp when given the chance. Not the rugged outdoors types, we were more into hiking and photography. Amy loves taking pictures and we have our own dark room so she can have total control in the developing and printing processes. She's been an avid photographer since she was a teenager. We were mar...
Dear Readers, I'm flabbergasted by the sheer volume of your votes and comments. I appreciate all of them. However, I would like to clear up some misunderstandings. Many of you who commented read more into 'Confrontation' than I intended to convey. It was simply the rant of a wronged husband to his unfaithful wife — which, was exactly what I wanted to portra...
4. Nancy's Day Out The next day, Thursday, was a busy one for me. I managed to make it up to the college, have lunch with the hiring committee, talk to the department head, and give a sample lecture to a virtually empty classroom. It went pretty well, considering my distracted state of mind the whole time I was on campus. I was distracted because I couldn...