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The small ad caught Joy’s eye on the morning of January 5th as she was sorting through the various sections of the New York Times. She read it, paused, reread it. She chuckled softly, turned to the front page, and read about the downing of two Libyan planes as she downed her toast and coffee.
Ten minutes later she was looking at the ad again. She got up from the table and dug around in a kitchen drawer for the scissors, then re- turned and carefully snipped the ad. She folded it and slipped it in the coupons pocket of her purse. Then she went to work.
It was lunchtime when Joy fished the ad out of her purse, picked up the phone, and dialed the number. Busy. She put the receiver back in its cradle on her desk, put her chin in her hands, and stared at the un- shrinkable pile [ ...continue reading "Extras "Extras for big budget movie"" ]
Part Four
“He’s fully neurowired, Empress,” an eight foot tall man in a loose robe reported to Empress Maya. “We’re ready to start mnemonic overwrite.”
“Proceed, Voyen,” Maya replied, towering over the man by a full foot. Voyen nodded and tapped a touchpad, activating the preprogrammed sequence of sexual training. Beside her, wearing a short robe, Aphasia gasped, seeing Martin’s eyes jerk as information was written into his mind, programming his nerve system with the sexual techniques of a dozen empires. “Do not worry, Aphasia. He will not be harmed by the process, at least not in the long run. Once Earth is conquered and we get the resources our planet desperately needs, I will have no further use for him. You seem to have taken a liking to him – perhaps you would like to keep him?”
“My lady,” Aphasia said, slowly. “He is not a pet, and I shall not treat [ ...continue reading "Aphasian Nights – 4-6" ]
With the help of my older sister, Jackie, and two of her boyfriends, I lost my virginity the weekend my folks went to Vegas. I was 17 at the time, and Jackie was a worldly 19.
My mom and dad left bright and early one Friday, giving us each $50 and strict instructions to behave ourselves and not to get into any trouble.
As our folks pulled out of the driveway, Jackie looked at me and asked “What have you got planned for the weekend?”
I shrugged and told her that I’d probably spend all my time in the pool. She gave me one of her sly, secretive smiles and told me that her concept of a good time would begin when Brad and Jeff arrived.
I was out by the pool when Brad and Jeff arrived. I knew they were there because I heard Jackie take them into the family room and turn [ ...continue reading "Cumming of Age" ]
“So, where do we go for lunch?” asked Jason, looking half-heartedly in one of the hundreds of shop windows. Yet another combination tobacconist’s and news stand. The neighborhood was rife with them. An annoyed-looking proprietor stared at him as he pressed his nose against the glass, and he realized he was acting like a tourist again and looked away.
The view in Flora’s direction was decidedly better, anyway. She had dressed up before leaving the hotel room, apparently to torment him. It was working. Now she was wearing a very tight, very short latex miniskirt in an outrageous shade of purple. The latex was so thin, it was slightly translucent, and when the light hit it right, he could see little bubbles in the sweat between her ass and the skirt.
Combined with the form-fitting jacket in a matching shade of patent leather, the total effect was staggeringly loud, but very [ ...continue reading "An American Pervert in London" ]
From the time of our first orgy together, DORA stayed on my mind even more than BETTY, cute little BETTY with her fresh young ass, pussy, budding tits, and mouth. I found myself wanting DORA more than her slim, long-legged,sexy, 36-year-old daughte r SAL, who was so very free and creative. I couldn’t undedstand my desire, but I certainly knew how to satisfy it. Whenever I worked on the north side of town, I would take my breaks at DORA’s little cottage. I would park across the street, walk to th e door, feeling my cock rise as I did, ring the bell, and wait for a very loving, erotic welcome. I discovered that DORA didn’t ever wear much clothing, unless it was very cold. On cold days, I could count on her erect nipples even surer. But, no matt er what the temperature, DORA was always “hot” and [ ...continue reading "Dora's Delights" ]
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