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It had been a little over a month since Jack had the visit from his old friend and as they were more than a few light years away from earth, they had a few more visits just to say goodbye to friends and family, as they would be gone for awhile after that they were left completely alone, but life on the massive ship carried on as normal. They had already gone passed two system sending out messages to anyone in the system hoping for a reply that never came, at first they thought it was because they were pre-eletronic race...

I find myself swimming through a mist-filled lake suddenly…not really remembering how I got there, to this place of magic and mystery…green streamers of moss and old branches, writing the stories of their once beautiful blooming flowers on the warm, clear water. I can hear the echo of gentle waves lapping the shores of a distant beach somewhere in the distance. The night is bright with radiant stars and a glowing full moon. I swim around the lake, enjoying the warmth and steam as it envelops my naked body. I float on my back for a while, staring up at the...

I have decided to write the rest of my story put please note my story isnt all about sex having saying that this part does have sex in it and btw the person who wrote that comment saying they inpersonate me and harvey when he jacks off your gross! when me and harvey faced the front of the class we listened for about 20 minutes then harvey tapped on his desk to get my attention. i looked over at him and he was rubbing him self though his jeans i reached over with my head and wispered "need some help with...

Note: This is a contest entry for the May 1, 2010 unofficial contest in the Sex Stories Forum. If the opening paragraph sounds familiar, that's why. The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window. She knew she shouldn't be out here in the...

“Good evening. Is this Ms. Croft I'm speaking to?” “That's correct.” “Wonderful to hear from you again! What can we do for you this evening?” “I'm at the Pan Pacific Hotel in Mariana Square. Room 1612. I'd like some company for the evening.” “Very good, Miss. Did you have something different in mind for tonight? Or the usual?” “The usual, please.” “A fit young man, no older than thirty nine. The rest is of no concern?” “Yes, except...” “Ahh, it says here you prefer someone willing to submit and engage in kinky play?” “It's a must, for me.” “That can certainly...

It is late when I come strolling through the door. Heather has her arm around her daughter Ava's waist. They are standing in the foyer dressed only in one of my shirts. Ava is beautiful young woman just like her mom Heather. " Did you miss us?" Heather says to me with a knowing smile. " You bet I did," I say meeting them half way. Heather pushes her lips up for a kiss, which I met. Ava begins kissing Heather's neck. Ava's hands slide down between us, one fondling me while the other rubs Heather's pussy under her shirt. I...

The next day Laura was again needing some crack. Her boyfriend had called that morning to let her know he was tied up in Chicago and wouldn't be home for several more days. She had told him to get home as soon as he possibly could as she needed more groceries. She had not yet admitted her habit to her boyfriend because she was afraid she would lose him if he found out. She didn't know how much longer she could fool him though. After he hung up she called her dealer to get some crack. "You know what the deal...

CAUTION: This is a love story. Apple Pickers Each picking season it is always hard for me to realize that there really is a need for cheap disposable labor. Migrant workers serve a valuable need. These modern day nomads travel from crop to crop at harvest season up and down to coast. They can pick green beans one week, fresh blueberries the next week, and ripe apples a month later. They just show up. You don’t have to tell them when the fruit is ripe or even ask them to come. They just show up, ask for work, and get out...

The Collector I pressed the cloth into her cute little face. My thumb stung, yesterday I had bitten of a little bit of skin next to my nail and now the chloroform was pricking me. She wasn’t out yet. She was still struggling, although not with her full force anymore. Muffled protest came from behind the rag. Her eyes looking up at me in fear. Begging me, pleading me to let her go. I stroke a strand of hair from her forehead. ‘Don’t be scared, honey,’ I said. ‘Just breath. Take a another few deep breaths. I know chloroform doesn’t work...

Prologue My name is Alex. I was 14 years old and 5’10, at the time of this story, and lived in London, England. I was always a geek and outcasted from almost all groups and societies. This Story starts on a Friday in Late July. It was my parents’ anniversary so they were going to Cambridge for a week. My sister was staying with her friend Joanna, so I asked my friend Bella if I could stay with her for the week. I almost always stayed with her when my parents were out of London and often when they were. She...