Prolog: The Nobel Prize speech I can't give Olivia giggled as I lifted her breast to my mouth like a microphone. "Majesties, Laureates, Ladies and Gentlemen. I accept the Nobel Prize in physics for my invention of a time machine. My friend Olivia Smallwood is the reason I invented it. After she sent me the rejection letter from the Barton Institute of Technology, I knew I would someday have to go back in time to undo her...

She stepped from the pines into my secret poppy field. A stranger. Looking up, I saw laughing, smoldering eyes watching me caressing, my story abandoned. "Are you touching or typing?" "Umm, touching." She glanced at the words. “History? Or fantasy?” “Both?” I laid back as her hands caressed up my thighs, gently replaced my fingers. I sighed as her strokes and kisses and licks took me over the edge, a thousand explosions....

The phone jangles me from my post-orgasm sleep. "I need to see you. Hotel bar." Only two hours since we said we'd never meet again. Slipping on sweatpants and shirt, slippers, hotel robe, I navigate there. Handsome, no, beautiful man rises as I enter. “Dave,” he says. Frisson-filled handshake. Eyes downcast, Ann murmurs, “invite us up.” --------- Door closes behind us, my face quizzical. “After two atonement BJs, I confes...

The dog seemed to come from nowhere as I was walking. Tangling my leg in the retractable leash, I overbalanced and fell, skinning my knee. A tall willowy woman followed the dog. Eyes full of concern behind her mask, she took one look at my knee, took my elbow to right me, and guided me toward her porch. "Let me get some disinfectant and ice for that." I nodded, following with a trace of a limp. She came out with first aid...

From: CharlotteTo: MaddieDate: July 3, 2019 Since you asked, it's a funny story how Lisa and I wound up at SF Pride wearing "Proud of our Daughters" tee shirts. I'll tell you what happened last weekend. But DON'T TELL your mother!! Lisa will divorce you as her sister if you do. Give us a chance to tell her and my mom ourselves. [LOL feel free to skip the sex scene in the story. I was just too excited not to share it with...

I awoke with a startle to Karen's soft gasp of surprise. She had just come upon me curled up belly-to-belly with Jay, half asleep, heads resting on each other's inner thighs. Karen. My oldest friend, my nursing school buddy, my unrequited lust object, seeing me with a stranger. Our eyes met in the semidark of the room, dawning realization in hers, love in mine. ----------------------------- I groaned softly as I turned on...

Ms. McCall put her phone back in her bag. She turned to appraise me in my robe and pajama top. "It would be polite of you to greet her nude. She will be wearing almost nothing when she arrives." For long moments, I stared at her, barely able to breathe. Blushing crimson, I complied, slipping my robe and top off. Ms. McCall indicated with her eyes that I could put my robe back on. The waiting seemed interminable. I glanced...

Saturday night, alone for the the first time in a long time. The butterflies were back in my stomach. Sitting on the overstuffed chair in the den, legs up on the ottoman. The lights were dimmed. My coffee was cooling on the table. I had just opened the laptop to read my e-mail, but I knew that what I really wanted to do was go back to that web site. John and JJ had gone for a father-son camping trip. Jennie was sleeping o...

My doorbell is for my friends, not for strangers. It's a friendly way to get invited inside. My doorbell can be quietly stroked, or touched in a way that sets off all my alarms. To get to my doorbell requires patience, climbing my stairs, bringing me higher. Stroking my handrails gently and sensually, caressing my balustrade, tickling my doorknobs, slowly teasing open my screens. My friend, I love your approach, Slowly, s...

A flash of memory: Following Chris and the guy down the hall, remembering I still don't know his name, nervously rehearsing her instructions. Breathe through my nose. Make eye contact. Use my hands. No teeth. Can I do this?Chris lifted her head from the pillow, looking at me in shock. "What do you mean, you don't know how?" I blushed. "I don't know, I've just never felt like I can do it. I always gag and don't like it." "...

I am sitting in a random Starbucks in Orange County, found with my trusty smart phone app. I"m not really reading the report I'm supposed to be finishing, just looking around at the people here. A few cute women smile at me when they catch me looking, but so far nobody seems that interested in sharing my table. Then I notice you: pretty honey-colored hair, shoulder length, wearing sunglasses indoors, like you're trying no...

A flash of memory: A modest slap on my bare butt brings me back to awareness. I'm breathing I've just run a mile, except that I seem to be lying across the thighs of a woman, on a love seat. Her fingers are gently massaging my G-spot, giving me total-body aftershocks. Across the room on the sofa, I hear my best friend Sarah in the throes of orgasm. A quick glance between my aftershocks lets me see the black hair of the wo...

"Ah, here you are, Jane, I've been looking for you for weeks!" I looked up to see the strawberry blonde from the park. The park I had been avoiding for two weeks. The girl I'd been avoiding. Her smile was mysterious, like the Mona Lisa's. Her accent was impossible to place, sort of French with a little British and maybe a little Swedish intonation. She smelled of fresh cut grass and flowers. "You don't like the other part...

I stare at her, shocked. "What ... what nude of me?" Her grin widens into a full-fledged smile. "Well, I guess you'll have to model for me so I can draw one." She reaches over to stroke my neck again. My nipples are tingling, my skin is all gooseflesh. She leans in for another soft, soft kiss, gently tugging at my nipple through the silk. Her eyes are full of mischief. My hand slips from her neck, "accidentally" brushing...

I can almost feel her pencil on the back of my neck as I watch her draw. The artist. I don't know her name. She's down here in the park nearly every lunchtime, drawing intently as I watch. I nibble quietly on my salad, slowly letting myself relax after a morning of petty slights at work. "Get us some coffee, Jane." "Jane, this needs to be copied before the client gets here." "Hey, looking good today, Jane, got a special d...