Freya’s clothes lay strewn across the front room marking a trail leading to the master bedroom. Freya beckoned with an almost musical tone, “I feel much better. Could you help me with something?” “What’s the problem? It’s kind of late, can’t it wait till morning?” Ben played stupid. “I think you need to take a closer look,” Freya anxiously raised her voice. “Be there in a minute,” Ben borrowed the verbiage Freya had used...

The power of conversation Who needs a church Love and lust Doesn't always work I explain That I've felt rejected Now you hate That you neglected The love I feel I put down in rhyme But I've established Maybe is no longer mine? I don't know I think its over Can it work now You were my four leaf clover It's one sided Is what I told you You hated yourself Said let me hold you But I can't do that I am insecure I told you That...

Michael looked okay just then. He had done his gravity training exercise an hour ago, just before his craft had been ensnared by the sun. It was a deadly trajectory. Mission control was trying out something to establish a line to his craft using an older spaceship. They had deployed the older ship a year ago for perihelial missions, and it was specially equipped to deal with a gravitational force that was as strong as Mik...

I am Stan, a widower, 40 years old. My sister, Anne, is a widow a year younger than me. She lives in the next village to mine. I visited her recently and in her lounge we talked, among other things, of a program on television which showed paintings by Italian and Spanish artists, some of which were of naked females. Rather rashly I mentioned that I had found some naughty pictures and printed them."Do they show girls and m...

I am Stan, a widower and 40 years old. My sister, Anne , is a widow and a year younger than me and lives in the next village to mine. I visited her recently and in her lounge we talked, among other things, of a programme on television which showed pictures by Italian and Spanish artists, some of which were of naked females. Somewhat rashly I mentioned that I had found some naughty pictures on my laptop and printed them. "...

“This is an interesting situation, don’t you think?” Sarah began. “Every weekend we’re going to be alone in the house and we’re probably going to sleep together again. At least I’d like it if we had sex again. Is that what you want?” I know I wasn’t supposed to be, but I was amused. Really, an attractive woman, with a great body, who likes sex, and is very good at it, and she wants to know if I want to fuck her on some re...

Toys by my side Awaiting your command A ding lets me know you’re nearI read your words instead of feeling your hand-- “Show me… The implements that will touch you Instead of me” “Show me… The delicious spread The offering of your arousal” “Show me… How you play alone Drift your fingers to the moist mound Spread the moisture to the domes Of peaked nipples abound” “Think of me… As the climax approaches Roll over and imagine...

“A hard-bitten ego-driven loner, “ was the way her agent had described him. “You know – big, tough, been-there-done-that, travels alone because he thinks other people can't keep up. Talks a lot on TV, but has never written a book. Now he wants you to write one – his book. The authorized biography.” The obvious question was why, with all his travelling, all his ego, he’d never put anything on paper. “He’s too arrogant, if...

I had just come in from running when my girlfriend, Hannah, arrived. She had on a short pleated schoolgirl skirt and a simple white blouse. I love skirts, especially the rear view, and Hannah is tall and can, in my opinion, really hang a skirt from her hips. My penis was already a bit hard from the shapely female sights I had seen during my run and because my running shorts hid nothing, I needed to make a quick exit. "Hi,...