The following story is one I found in my grandfather’s files shortly after my father’s death. Why my father never shared them with me, I don’t know, but I expect he also thought that he had managed to keep his interest in submissive women a secret, which he had in fact failed to do. I came across several of his adventures as well, which I will share with you someday. Hope you enjoy this story about my grandfather and Ashleigh. -o-
It wasn’t an ordinary Lincoln. Big Roy had spent more than enough on it to have bought a much flashier car, but it was important to him that it not attract too much attention. The casual observer wouldn’t notice the burgundy leather upholstery or the walnut and ash trim that graced the inside of the big sedan, but Big Roy took great pride in the interior as well as the [ ...continue reading "Ashleigh–1932, Part One" ]
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" ]
PREGNANT LUST 1
Teri’s body had always fascinated me. She was in her early 20s, slender, with medium sized tits, and a well maintained figure. It was obvious to me she was proud of her body and took good care of it. She wasn’t tall, about 5′ 1″, and had brownish blonde hair, which she wore a little longer than her shoulders. She was invariably pleasant and always had a “Good morning, Mr Franks” whenever she saw me.
Teri worked down the hall from me as a secretary in another office. She and my secretary were office pals and often had lunch together or chatted during their coffee breaks. Whenever she would stop by to talk with Marcia, I’d see her in the outer office and would fantasize about what her body looked like without clothes.
In my day-dreams, she had shapely legs, a tight ass, slender waist, and mouth-sized tits with pert [ ...continue reading "Pregnant Lust" ]
Some people say “Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” Whoever said that has never been through what I’ve been through – and I’m not so sure they’re right.
It’s been over a year now, and I can’t get her out of my thoughts. I don’t understand why she did what she did. Maybe before you get totally confused, I should tell you my story so you’ll understand the depth of pain, uncertainty, and confusion I feel.
I should probably tell you a bit about myself – I’ve been a “computer nerd” most of my life, and in high school I only had 2 dates. In college, I decided to change my image a bit, and I was pretty successful. I grew to weigh 200 pounds (muscle) traded my nerd-glasses for contacts, and consulted a few friends on my wardrobe. Funny, but it didn’t change [ ...continue reading "Love Lost" ]
My name is Maureen, and I’m taking the time to write this to help out other women who might have the same problem as myself. My dilemma was simple. I married a wonderful, secure, attractive man, whom I adore. I also adore having my pussy eaten, and unfortunately, my husband, who not normally a picky eater, stops one step short of hair pie. No matter how I cleansed myself or how much I would suck his cock, he would simply and without further discussion refuse to slide his tongue into my love nest. I have a very good girlfriend who loves to give me excellent head, although I do not consider myself a lesbian and have never gone down on her. One day, while she was munching away between my thighs, I let it slip that Ken, my husband, had never experimented with oral sex on me. Debbie was [ ...continue reading "Ice Cream, You Scream" ]