“Hey there all you horny, sexy, lonely women out there… This is Bob here (of course… as you know, it ain’t my real name but the information coming up is REAL).

I’m 26 and reside in Chennai. There have been quite a few online romances I’ve been a victim to. A victim, for nothing got outta these wires that are connecting people these days and transformed into reality. Nothing, but for just one incident about a year back.

The following is a part of a 20-page mailer, I’d written which in fact led the girl in question trust me and make things happen in real life. The girl ain’t around anymore, and I’m sure looking for some company. Hope there’s someone out there… who would enjoy this fantasy of mine and maybe… make things work out for REAL!? (more…)

There was no backing out now. I was already on the freeway, headed for Orange County, my nerves wrought though I did not fully understand the reason. After all, I had never dated Chris in high school when I knew him. We had been nothing more than good friends thrown together because our parents were friends. At the time, I was taller than the cute little surfer boy, I had a boyfriend, and even if I hadn’t had one, I doubt that Chris would have ever made a pass at me.

Ten years later, our parents had arranged for us to hook up at a bar when I came to visit from out of state. It had been a pleasant surprise, for I had always liked Chris and gotten along with him, but now, I was having second thoughts about all of this, and I felt inexplicably nervous about the way I looked. (more…)

It is six thirty in the morning when I wake up. I smile to myself thinking about all the things I want to do since I finally have a morning all to myself. My husband will be working and kids are going to school.

I get up and get everyone ready to go and since he is taking them to school and then heading for his job, I decide that first I am going to go enjoy a long hot shower. Today is a day that I want to pamper myself since it isn’t very often that I have a day like this.

I set the water temperature in the shower to as hot as I can stand it and climb in. At first just standing there, enjoying the feel of the water beating down upon my shoulders and back. It seems like a thousand little heated fingers massaging my back all at one time and I feel my body relaxing under it. Reaching up I lay my head back under the flow of water and let the heat massage my scalp. Before reaching for my shampoo and using my fingers to work the shampoo deep into my scalp. (more…)

I pulled out my chair, hardly even looking at those sitting at the table already. I was frustrated, embarrassed, and still a little shaky after the orgasm I was still a little dizzy from. My heart raced almost as fast as my mind did as I took a seat. I smiled at those sitting around me, barely even registering who I saw. I listened with half an ear as everyone discussed the week, the food, business, the weather, and any other menial topic that didn’t seem to even register with me in my current state of arousal. I know I carried on conversations, but I couldn’t tell you what I said. Apparently, I never made a major fool of myself because no one stopped me. I ate dinner, still in my own little world, reliving the ride down in the elevator, and the scene in my hotel room from earlier. Every once in a while, I blush, thinking of the camera watching us in the elevator, but more often, I smile, remembering the orgasms I’ve already had. (more…)

Standing across the room from each other we are having a conversation with just our eyes. Exchanging glances and expressions until I am feeling flushed. I take a drink from the glass in my hand and feel the warming sensation of the rum in it. It makes me tingle and I feel more flushed.

The room clears leaving just the two of us alone. By this time we were standing side by side talking. We both notice the empty room and look into each other’s eyes. I don’t know who moves first but suddenly we are kissing. I have him pushed against the wall and he is holding my ass with my feet off the ground. We hear the door open and we break apart stepping away and talking loudly to cover up the kiss. (more…)

The sound of steel clashing against steel shattered the quiet repose surrounding Doug Sanders while he read the contents on the label. He heard her before he saw her. Her voice was soft, caressing, apologetic, but clear as a bell. She was apologizing profusely for having run her shopping cart into his. He started his long drawn out gaze at her knees, upward towards her head.

She was wearing jeans, and one of those big shirts everyone was wearing now. It was hard to tell her size underneath, but she was surely ample. He could clearly see the soft large mounds of flesh that made up her breasts. He was sure he could make out her nipples, even under that cumbersome big shirt. Her face was just short of pretty, perhaps attractive was a better word. She had large, soft lips, a straight nose with just the hint of an upturn at the end. Her eyes, well her eyes were beautiful, no denying that. They were a sea green, with tiny dark flecks in the iris. But it was her hair, that enthralled him. (more…)

I received a surprising phone call the other day from my friend Melissa. I haven’t seen her since her family moved to Florida when we were still in high school. I remained in New York but we’ve kept in touch over the years. However, it’s been a while since we last talked. Melissa tells me that she has to go on a business trip to San Jose, California. Her company provided her with two first-class tickets and accommodations. She wants me to join her so we could reminisce and do some sightseeing after her meetings. My heart began to race at the prospect of spending some time with her. I’ve been carrying a torch for Melissa since high school. We had one passionate encounter when we were teenagers, and that night will forever be etched into my soul. We were each other’s first sexual partners. Of course, I jumped at the invitation. Hey, maybe I can even meet up with my old lover, Steve. He lives in San Jose and knows how to please me like no other man can. I program Steve’s number into my cell phone. One way or another, this should be a memorable little vacation. (more…)

I choose the black chair and sit, nervously tapping my foot. A beautiful complication sits to my right, staring me down as if I were an evil character in one of his favorite cartoons. Pokemon or Power Rangers, perhaps. I”m waiting for a man that isn”t known for his punctuality. Ten minutes pass. Fifteen now. (Impatient is my middle name) My mind races frantically. Words blend so seamlessly with the background noise, that it hasn”t even occurred to me that the other woman waiting was attempting to chat me up. (more…)

“This is my first collaborative story. It”s told from the point of view of both my co-author, Chris, and I as we fuck his lovely wife one afternoon. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

Peace,

Marc”

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*Marc*

I admit I had been a little nervous.

I hadn”t known what to expect from this man whose e-mails I”d found so intriguing. Chris had contacted me first because he”d been turned on by the stories of mine that he”d read on the Internet. He explained to me that he was a man just starting to experience some of the variety that sex had to offer, and my own practices had offered him a roadmap. (more…)

The Grateful Virus

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

Note: There’s no sex in this chapter, unless you count the part where Jim is systematically gang-raped by 15,000 of the hottest women in America. But it’s more of a nightmare scenario, not really intended to be erotic.

Also note: If you”re wondering how we skipped 4 months ahead and all the way to chapter 100, have a look at the “Missing Chapters” chapter, which outlines the events of the missing four months and explains how other authors can contribute to fill them in. (more…)