I Ask For It

"Oh you're not going to wear those tatty old things again are you, Dani?" That's how it had started, my wife and I were preparing for our summer holiday and the subject of new clothes had cropped up. Of course like any woman my wife saw the annual holiday as an opportunity to refresh her wardrobe, whilst I being a typical man was happy with the same old clothes year in, year out. I'd just confirmed as usual that I didn't need anything as the swimming costume I'd worn previously would be fine. My wife seems didn't agree. "They make you look so old and you know, Bermuda shorts to your calves is just no longer fashionable. We'll go into town on Saturday and get you something more up to date." And that was the end of the conversation and how I found myself trailing my wife in the large department store on Saturday morning. I wasn't paying particular attention to where we were going so I was surprised when we stopped in the middle of the

HE SAID, SHE SAID. This is based on a misunderstanding. I wasn't sure whose perspective to tell it from, so settled for both. The main characters don't understand exactly what's happening, but the readers do. Apologies for the OTT allergy reaction. But it could happen, so in my fiction it does. "I wouldn't make love with him, like I do with you." Eileen said. "It would be pure sex. You know, physical rather than emotional." "I know," replied Doug. "you told me, and I believe you. But I'm still not convinced I like the idea. I don't think I'd get an erection, watching you having sex with another man. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be interested in hearing all about it afterwards." "Wow!" she laughed. "This is a breakthrough! Not so many years ago you were reluctant to even discuss such a thing. Now you're saying 'pretty sure' and 'I don't think'. I do believe I'm gett

Roxanne had had a break from Allison for a couple of months, and though it had been quite a relief, it was also killing her inside. She kept waking up in the middle of the night, with her panties and bed soaked from her juices, and could remember Allison doing naughty things with her in their dreams, things that could never happen in real life. The more she had these dreams, the more she desperately wanted them to happen. Unfortunately, Allison was the one that was in charge here, and she didn't seem like she was bothered at all by this situation. She continued to live her best life, sun tanning and swimming and giggling with her girl friends over cocktails, while Roxanne tried to focus on school from afar. The terrible part was, Allison didn't even seem to want to hide herself at all. She walked around the house with a towel at times, and left her door open when she changed. Roxanne managed to see her step-mother naked multiple times, and it was killing her inside. Was Allis

Professor Stone knew she would have to take care of the man who had asked out Jill. Men were such a nuisance. If it was up to Professor Stone, the entire world would be run by women. It would be a better world. She used Jill's phone to call Laurence. "Hey babe, you're that chick from the coffee shop right? I was wondering when you and I could hook up. What do you say, your place or mine?" questioned Laurence. Professor Stone made a face---babe, chick---who did this guy think he was? Didn't he know that women deserved to be worshiped? Well, Professor Stone would make sure that he learned soon enough. "Actually, Laurence...this is Jill's advisor Professor Stone. She's been in an accident and she only wants to see you. So'd it would be great if you could come over to my office at City College and we can talk about things." stated Professor Stone. "Sure thing!." said Laurence. Professor Stone hung up the phone. She smirked and shook h

74: Tuesday Kumbha 17, 231 1100 hours OST: Steely-Eyed Missile Moms Colby texted Zach and called him when he didn't respond right away. "Considering what happened, we need to stay closer, baby. I really didn't mean to hurt you." "I'm sorry, it's all my fault," said Zach. "When we're apart, I miss you so terribly. I should never have told Anming what you said. But she was worried about my sad disposition. I didn't want to lie to her." "It's my fault," said Colby. "My words to you were poorly chosen. Sometimes I feel like, carrying this child, I'll never have any energy again. I love our baby, though. Don't get me wrong. And the fucker waits until I'm half asleep and then wham, right in the kidney. We'll have to have a conversation about that once they come out. Seems they got your annoying sense of humor." Zach chuckled, "That is a problem." Then he was more serious, "What happ

The first things she noticed were the sounds. Before even becoming aware of the sun's warmth on her cheek, she woke up hearing music: High-pitched squeaks, twitterings, warbles, songs. The world was coming alive in her ear; every sound was brand new to her. She woke up in rapture. Around her the forest too was awakening. Then she felt warmth. And pressure on her flank where she'd been lying, all along the side of her hip and ribs and breast -- these new yet intimately familiar body parts, achy and tender from her prolonged sleep. She stirred slightly, feeling the air connect to her skin, feeling the unfamiliar goosebumps dimpling her skin. The next thing she knew was scent. Though she had no words to describe what she was smelling yet, she knew that the earthiness of it appealed to her. She smelt moisture. She smelt dirt. She smelt musk, her own (though she did not know that yet) and someone else's, pungent and salty and deeply moving like a long-forgotten song. She wante