“So I’ll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you this morning. No panties.” Click. It was Jack on the phone. He’s on his way home and he’s bringing a friend you haven’t met. The two of you haven’t been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be nice. The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have in mind? It’s high above the knees and tight around your bottom. You’ll have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top that’s a little slinky and open but goes well with your skirt. Jack and his friend enter. Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses you deep. You’re a little flustered, not used to him expressing this kind [ ...continue reading "Be Home Soon" ]
Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I never learn. But then again, it’s not always all that bad. Maureen is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance with her … that’s how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to satisfy me.
Well, the bubble burst, as it usually does, 3 [ ...continue reading "On the Job" ]
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Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade58.txt Archive-author: Master Wade Archive-title: MRWADE= Fax About Max
It was about two months ago when the document came. We hadn’t had the fax machine very long and not many people knew the number, so I expected before I even read it that it was from Jim.
It was a copy of a photograph of a very attractive blonde and a note from my friend. The note read as follows:
“Hey there, ole buddy….shakes to you. Thought you might like this picture of a girl I met recently. She’s the one you’ve been looking for, I promise. Marge says so too, and believe me, Marge knows much more about it at this point than I do (smile), although if you express no interest in her I certainly plan on finding out for myself. Better let me know soon, [ ...continue reading "Fax About Maxine" ]
Jerry Gilman yawned and wiped his face with a towel. He stared blearily at his watch. Slowly, his eyes focused on the face. 2:30 A.M. He carefully put down the soldering iron and stared at the device on his bench.
The Amplifier didn’t look like much. A tangle of wiring and integrated circuits. In the center was one of the new room-temperature superconducing chips. He’d had to scrounge it from the University’s Supplies Department…well, he thought…steal it, really.
The idea had come to him one day as he worked on his PhD thesis. He was working on a double doctorate, Cognitive Science and Electronics. His thesis had to do with ‘coupling’ to brain signals. Originally, he’d expected the work to lead to better EEG machines.
But a breakthrough had happened. Jerry had realized that there were two sides to communicating with the brain. And the new superconductors…He had been working like a fiend [ ...continue reading "Amplifier, The – A Mind Control Fantasy" ]