“All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. ”

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The first week was slow going. But as the days passed, Jim began to have a lot more fun as his bad memories faded. Of course there was fun right from the start on one level; the virus made sure of that. But during the first week he only selected the girls who didn’t remind him in any way of Jen’s followers. He looked for bright eyes, sweet faces, and above all, bodies that didn’t look like they could be a model. He still chose girls that he found sexy, but they were sexy in non-mainstream ways. He only brought one of them in at a time, and he never spent less than ten minutes with any of them. The virus’s waves of lust made extended foreplay difficult, but he could still take his time during sex by pausing to avoid coming and changing positions often. The movable floor was wonderful for this. No matter how much taller or shorter than him any of his partners were, they could do any position comfortably with a quick adjustment to the floor that he usually didn’t even have to think about, as long as his partner was on a different floor segment than he was. If he found himself lifting up on tiptoes to penetrate a taller woman as she stood in front of him, the floor segment he was on would just raise up to take over for him, and stop just when his heels touched it, in exactly the right spot. It was even responsive enough to use for a smooth thrusting motion in certain positions. This was fun, and even useful when he was tired, but he usually preferred doing that “work” himself. (more…)

We’d hardly had any traffic on the road that led out of town but the full moon had been our constant companion as it threw a ribbon of eerie light onto the narrow twisty path that led us into the countryside. The stillness was in sharp contrast to the lively scenes we’d passed as we’d driven through the suburbs where pumpkin lanterns decorated houses and kids wearing ghoulish costumes trawled the neighborhoods, trick or treating.

“Dammit,” Cray cursed softly as he braked sharply, “I think we just missed the turnoff.” He looked for a place to reverse as I glanced at the small map that had accompanied the invitation. (more…)

This is my defining moment – when I got to do something that other people only dream about. I look back on it (because I doubt it will ever happen again) with fondness. I’ll never forget the excitement, the delight, the bond that was forever forged. I will also never forget what I lost.

It was the fall of my sophomore year of college. One thing I had wanted to do since I was a child was learn to scuba dive. I wanted that so badly I could “taste” it. I remember thumbing through the college catalog and finding it in the spring, just before I registered for the fall semester. It was a junior level biology class, strangely enough. I was in my advisor’s office that week to ask if I could somehow fit it into my schedule. (more…)

My fingers moved slowly up her thigh until I found that my eyes had not deceived me; she wasn’t wearing panties. My fingers found her swollen sex lips, covered by a soft down of pubic hair. A moan escaped from both of us as I began to gently rub my fingers up and down her slit, separating the slick, juice covered and swollen inner lips.

It was obvious how excited she was by the warm and sticky juice that quickly coated my fingers. I used it to gently massage her clit, taking the little nub between my fingers and squeezing. Sandy moaned into my mouth and pushed her hips off the seat in need as I slowly slid my middle finger between the lips and into her warm cavern. I could feel her breath catch in her throat as her wet hole sucked my finger deep inside. (more…)

“Well, here we are. I made it to my nineteenth journal entry. Once again I want to say thank you to everyone who’s taken the time to send feedback, post a comment or cast a vote. It really makes it fun to share my experiences when people respond the way you have. Thank you.

That said, I also want to tell everyone that I’m going to make this my last entry, at least for a now. There are several reasons, but the main ones are, one, there are only so many ways to describe a woman’s lips sliding up and down my cock and, two, lately, it’s been taking away from the pleasure of getting my cock sucked. What I mean is, I can have some nice looking woman on her knees giving me the best cocksucking she knows how, and instead of just enjoying it, I’m thinking about whether or not what she’s doing is special enough to be worth writing about. (more…)

“Warning. This entire story is about sex, desire, and love. A full one-quarter of the writing could be called sex scenes. This means, of course, that three-quarters cannot be called as such. Act as you see fit.

Finally, there are two sentences of Chinese spoken in the story. Since our heroine doesn’t understand them, they remain untranslated. If you want to know what they mean, you will have to send Feedback. I almost always respond.”

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The trade winds drafted down the mountain valley, through the high rises of downtown, and into the little office where I sat working. The breeze tossed the light fabric of my skirt against my calves, tickling my skin and reminding me of the world outside the spreadsheet in front of me. I closed my brown and green swirling eyes to concentrate on the sensation. “The breeze narrowed, focusing on a spot on my neck, bristling the tiny auburn hairs. A breath. A cool breath from my lover coming to sweep me away. She bent over, bringing her lips closer to my neck. I leaned back into her kiss, content and happy.” (more…)

“My holiday romance. The most perfect time of my life. Three glorious weeks in the most beautiful of countries in the company of the most wonderful girl I had ever met. It was quite a few years ago, but I remember that time like it was yesterday.”

CHAPTER ONE

Many years of effort and many hard days nights (well, not quite). Start again. Lots of time, lots of effort and lots and lots of money had been spent by my employer, the Railways of Australia, to develop a truly great passenger computer system. All of us who had been involved were justifiably proud in our achievement; in typical Australian fashion it had been done on a relative shoestring budget too. After it seemed to be over, we were all looking forward to some relaxation after the years of effort. (more…)

It had been three years since we last saw one another. We had held hands and run through the rain, laughing and crying together. You were married and I had just moved in with Jon. We didn’t kiss but we both knew we wanted to. You regretted losing our friendship and the possibility of more. I was simply glad to have you back in my life.

We talked on the phone and by e-mail for a while, then that faded away. Life got in the way of our friendship. Our partners were a little leery of our friendship, so they kept us apart, too. Perhaps they knew more than they let on. (more…)

“This story is the fourth of a series which span a weekend. The series began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe. The series continued with: A Chair, a Guy, Wine and Two Babes, and A Man, a Woman, a Talk and a Rocking Chair.

The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter one Friday evening in a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar when Suz’s incredible, dark-haired, and longtime lover, Michele, the bartender in the first story, asked to join them. Of course, Jake and Suz agree, and the story describes their late night escapade. The third story continues in the wee hours Saturday morning as Michele seduces Jake. (more…)

The low throb of bass coming from the stereo seemed to match his heartbeat as he cautiously entered the small room. The music was something he’d never heard before, yet at the same time seemed familiar in a creepy sort of way. He knew he shouldn’t be here but something drew him inexplicably to the small room, in a place he wasn’t supposed to be.

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She had had a long day, the longest. Work had gotten the best of her, and she’d had to stay late dealing with matters that weren’t even part of her job description, but no one else seemed to feel like getting them taken care of. Irrevocably responsible, and utterly bored, it was the story of her life. She rolled her eyes as she slipped into her favorite satin nightshirt, sighing in pleasure as it slipped down over her body and settled just right around her lush curves. One of those silly expenditures she shouldn’t have made, but if you couldn’t allow yourself a few simple pleasures, what was the point of … anything? Smoothing the last of the expensive lotion over her legs, she threw the bottle away and slipped into bed. (more…)