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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" ]
I’m proud to say that Monica is the most accomplished leg slut I know. I’m proud of that because she’s my wife-slave-slut, but also because I taught her most of the techniques that she now uses so wonderfully to tease men and women and make their cocks rock hard and their pussies drip with juice.
If you’ve read any of my stories, I’m sure you’re aware that I love long nipples and nice tight asses. But nothing quite gets me going like a pretty pair of legs and a woman who knows how to use them. Using them correctly isn’t as easy as one might think. I know lots of women with nice legs, but many of them have alot to learn about how to really use what they have.
One girl I knew who taught me most of what I know about how women can use their legs to their advantage [ ...continue reading "Legs, Legs, Legs!" ]
I was 17. I had known Cat for about two years, first as a casual aquaintance, then as my girlfriend’s best friend. Few guys could look at her without feeling lust – she had the nicest set of tits I had ever seen: Big, full, and firm, with that sort of perfect roundness we all dream about. She had a lovely oval face and flouncy brown hair, and her tight ass was a perfect accompaniment to those fantastic breasts. Many a night I had lain in bed thinking about her – stroking my cock and dreaming about those tits.
In fact, I must admit, even while fucking my girlfriend or watching her suck my cock, I would often fantasize that this was Cat’s mouth, Cat’s pussy, and imagine what her beautiful tits would look like wedged between my thighs as she sucked me, or bouncing as I fucked her. Not [ ...continue reading "Cat" ]
Trying to get the bicycle into the trunk wasn’t easy, but after several minutes of contortions and rethinking, I managed to slide it all the way in. By this time, my erection had subsided almost to bearable levels.
“Whew!” I said. “A tighter fit than I thought!”
She took one step closer and looked up at me. “Yes,” she said, then looking down at the bulge in my pants where my erection was eagerly returning. “That does look like a tight fit!” She looked back up again and smiled.
Blushing, I’m sure, I said, “Uh, well, yes.” Short pause. “Well, I guess we’d better get going!” With a lingering glance, she walked around to the passenger side of my car, but the door was locked.
“Oh, sorry!” I said. I jumped in and hit the power locks button. She climbed in, fastened her seat belt, and off we went.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked [ ...continue reading "Reorientation" ]
She lay in bed motionless. She had awakened a few minutes earlier, langourous, her body thick with sleep. Her first thoughts had been about her husband, how he had just left for two days and she didn’t remember kissing him good-bye, although she knew she must have. Certainly, she must have. There were certain conventions to adhere to. If even they began to deteriorate. The thought annoyed her. It hadn’t gone this far without keeping to some sort of routine. Or had he just crept out in the early morning, leaving her deep in her dreams about… She had dreamt of her lover and now her thoughts turned to her friend, the man she had, perhaps mistakenly, indulged with on her living room carpet…years ago. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been fun. Actually the thought made her frown and smile simultaneously. The look of shock on his face when she [ ...continue reading "Red Cuffs" ]
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