Heather can hear you. Human brain waves broadcast all sorts of signals. But, generally, no one can hear them; no one has the receiver. Heather is the exception. Heather, you see, was born with a receiver. This evening, Heather was at a local bar, alone, and on the prowl. There was a nearby table where things were going well between this woman and this guy. Heather moved to the table next to them, kept her eyes on her drin...

It is a rainy Saturday afternoon.  Both Bruce and Lynn are bored.  They don’t know each other yet, but individually decide to go to a local bar hoping to find some social interaction.  Lynn and Bruce sitting a chair apart at the bar, away from others.  They soon start a conversation together.  They are having a great conversation; Bruce asks Lynn if she is single.  She murmurs something about, “I just have boys I enjoy fu...

The frightening thing was that the only current sensation I felt from Sara, the young drowned girl, was that ripple of wonder as she smelled flowers, and I only knew she sensed lilacs because I smelled them too at that moment. Other than that, everything I was getting from her was a memory, a lingering image of events just past, but nothing in the ‘now’. I reached again, trying to find her, to call to her, to give her som...

The email from Professor Denton was waiting for Jason when he woke up the next morning. Jason,Your report from last night was very complete and Professor Suarez and I are pleased with the results. We realize now that we should have let you know that the kinds of exercises we are asking you to complete could result in sexual attraction. While we believe that the kinds of sexual experimentation and play that you have been e...

Friend of the family -Bi Curious story This is my very first story, I hope you enjoy reading it and I hope it inspires you to contribute My name is Jools I grew up in the west country from the late 60’s until the present day My tale based on a true story happen in 1970. At the time I would be at the tender age of 16. When your young the time can't pass fast enough. cold winters and hot summers. Being a male and the eldest...

As some of you know "Stockholm Story" is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty smile.*******************Names of days changed but the quality of sex never. There must be something in seduction and climax similar to a drug. After a while, you can't d...

My Memory... I am so not a morning person and today was not any different. I barely opened my eyes, trying to decide if I should get up or not. My hands feel around the bed and I realize that you are not by my side. I think to myself that maybe you have gone to work. I smile as the memories flood my mind of all the wicked things we did to each other last night. I daydream a little about your tongue and I realize how lucky...