The two years since my divorce had been filled with loneliness and
depression, and my few attempts at dating had been awkward and unsatisfying.
I had deeply loved my wife, and until she met Paul we’d been very happy
together and enjoyed a good sex life. After the divorce, the few dates that
ended in bed had provided temporary physical relief but left me feeling empty
and emotionally numb. Fortunately, I was able to immerse myself in my work
and managed for the most part to hide my unhappiness. Some of my frustration
seemed to find an outlet in mastering the challenges presented by my job, and
from Monday through Friday I was reasonably content. Weekends were, of course,
a different story. (more…)

that week i was going around to all the company’s PCs, updating
the network software; at one point i found myself alone in the
manager’s office with his secretary, Marseya. She has a lovely
precise, British accent, which contrasts in an interesting way with
her exotic asian looks; dark brown shoulder-length hair, her lips
ever pursed on the edge of a smile. Her dress-sense… neat?
neatness isn’t quite the word (although it would have been impossible
to describe her as untidy)… fashionable? i can’t see her as a
slave to the dictates of others when it comes to clothes; all i can
say is that what she wore accentuated her slight figure in a very
attractive way. (more…)

It all happened on a unusually warm night for December, in
1988. I work for a law office in the Capitola area, as I work on a computer
much of the time I often come in to work in the middle of the night. This
particular night was just one of the many that I spend sitting in my private
office tapping away at the keyboard. I was working on a secret project of
mine when I heard a noise, and it didn’t sound like any I had ever heard
before. I left my office. The atmosphere was quite sinister, I used all my
years of Chuck Norris films to make my way to the source.

I peeked around the last corner and saw quite a sight. Julie, a secretary we
had just had to fire was on her knees carefully sawing the legs of her ex-
boss’s chair. She was cutting carefully so that the first time he sat down it
would break and drop him to the floor with a mighty thump. I cleared my
throat with a carefully measured “Hrumph.” She immediately bolted
upright, quite surprised by my intrusion into her little game of revenge. (more…)

The mild winter began to recline into the arms of an anxious
spring. Jim opened the door to approach his car for the trip to
his office, as his nostrils were welcomed by the fragrance of the
changing season. His heart was light, and he had a bounce in his
step. The conversation that occupied the previous evening was
music to his ears.

Marilyn, a computer bulletin board friend had agreed to meet
him for the first time. She wanted to know more about the use of
hypnosis in sex. They had shared many thoughts on previous evenings. Some were simply warm and friendly, and others were
downright steaming. They had discussed everything from children
and pets to jumping one another’s bones. (more…)

One Thursday night, Tim and I were home watching TV when one of my
girlfriends called. She had stopped for a drink after work and ran into
two of our old classmates from graduate school and she was calling to
invite me to join them for a drink and some gossip.
I was still dressed from work and hurriedly put my shoes back on and
checked my purse for cash. Of course, my liquid assets totalled $2.14! I
asked Tim for some cash rather than wasting time stopping at an automatic
teller.
Tim smiled and brought out his wallet.
“Wait a minute,” he smiled, holding his wallet above his head, away
from my open hand, “How badly do you need this cash?”
“Come on, Tim, I’m in a hurry.” (more…)

We were in Jane’s room. She had a single room right next to Sam’s
(that’s Samantha, not Samuel) and it became a hang out for the four of
us. Brain was pretending to be asleep on the floor, and Sam was trying
to find a ticklish spot with little success. I was sitting behind Jane
on her bed, massaging her shoulders and neck. A nice neck, Burried
under her long brown hair was a firm little body that delightedly held
some curves. She was enjoying the backrub and said as much.
Just then, Sam found a ticklish spot, and Brain sat up, saying Hey
now, hey, now… He was from texas. It showed. He patted Sam on her
blonde head. She had long silky blonde hair that would put a fur seal
to shame. She also posessed a the narrowest waist I’ve ever seen on a
grown woman, all the more amazing set amid her more than generous
curves. (more…)

A nice evening at her place, I thought as we got out of the
car. Good wine, a wonderful sex goddess, and a good dinner
lying happily in my stomach. What else could a man ask for?
“To fuck like crazed weasels!”, I muttered as I watched Jennifer
slink up the walkway, with her one flawless leg catching in the
light from the street light. “What’s that, dear?” she said,
pivoting to look at me. A flash of white skin caught the dim
yellow light where the stump I’d been thinking about through
dinner was. “Nothing, I was just muttering to myself. They
tell me the insanity isn’t anything to worry about unless I
start st-st-stu-stuttering.” (more…)

“I don’t want to start like that. And again…two, three, four….”
“Hold it, HOLD IT!” The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically,
making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow at the spastic diplay, but
willingly shut off the tape recorder.
“Something the matter?”
“YES, God damn your oversized beak!” The Bandit glared furiously at
Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was quite
frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it rested, a
bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn’t have been out of place on a nickel.
“What is it? And calm down, you look like you’re about to explode.”
“You promised me NO cliches and NO stuff stolen from other people!”
“Well, of course not,” Zero replied, looking hurt. “But we haven’t
even started playing yet….”
“You know damn well what I mean!” The Bandit rewound the tape, still
glaring at Zero. “That ‘I don’t wanna start like that’ line is straight off of
a Robert Fripp song! Now, NO FRIPP!”
“It is? Oh, so it is.” Zero scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
“It’s from the prologue of his first album, isn’t it? The one that leads
into–” (more…)

The room was bathed in fanned rays of yellow light, the glare of the
streetlight outside the window only partially shuttered out by the Venetian
blinds. It wasn’t a terribly cluttered or fancy room; bunk bed at one end,
desk at the other, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and bookshelves.
The walls were grey cinderblock, and the floor was institutional brown tile, a
choice of a practical rather than esthetic nature. But that wasn’t to say that
the room had no character; far from it. It wasn’t easy for a lowly teenager to
make a dent in the Establishment’s effort to create anonymous conformity, but
it could be done. The center of the floor was covered by a huge Persian rug,
and the walls were adorned with Roger Dean landscapes: here an ethereal stone
staircase over a cloudy sky, there a desert island floating in the clouds, and
over there a huge mesa, a lake at its top, sheeting down water on all sides.
And there weren’t many other rooms in the building that would have had
furniture like that next to the desk: a keyboard stand with a small
synthesizer, a pair of boxy guitar amps, a beautiful old Les Paul on a stand,
and a hideously-customized old Rickenbacker bass beside it, a sort of
“American Gothic” with guitars instead of the old farmer and his wife. (more…)

Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a
vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When
they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being
something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd.

Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it.
Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because
his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group
talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But
tonight Mike was enjoying himself. (more…)

I don’t remember exactly how you first approached me. I do remember the
business meeting when you first came in and I noticed how tall and interesting
you were. Not classically handsome, but striking. Such a welcome relief from
all the others. Your sense of humor and your incredible Dutch accent were all
so very intriguing. We were gathered in a small resort on Long Island, in the
dead of winter.

After the mandatory cocktail hour and the never-ending dinner we assembled as
if on command in the bar and that was the first time we had a chance to really
talk. It seemed no time before we were dancing, and you were asking probing
questions. I also remember you stroking my thigh under the tablecloth as the
V.P. was grilling me for specific information about my area of the country.
No fair, no fair, at all!! (more…)

As my friend D’Glenn likes to say….No shit, there I was. Sitting
in, of all things, con registration. It was the holiday season.
Funny, isn’t it, how people go “the holiday season”, and you know
which holidays they’re speaking of? It’s not Beltane, it’s not
Lammas…it’s “the holiday season”. And everybody knows it’s
Winter Solstice.

Okay, so it was the holiday season, and there I sat in
registration. I didn’t have to do this. I was a guest at this
con. I was providing these people with entertainment, free of
charge, except of course for a membership and room. Yeah, well,
that’s not the way we folk look at it. I wanted to give something
back, since I always got so much out of cons. Besides, working
registration is FUN. I was kind of tired at this point though, and
I was sort of wishing everyone would go away and register tomorrow.
I just sort of sat there, staring straight ahead. (more…)

My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and
I can tell you I thorough enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all
started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a
female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very
good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of
fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5′ 10″
and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of
putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which
while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes
a bit revealing.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a
major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty
of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing
all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to
corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had
opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh. (more…)

When most people inquire about hypnosis in the bedroom
they are incredulous about it. It is not really a sleep, but
rather an altered state of consciousness or awareness. To give
you examples that each of us encounter in everyday life, I
believe the following will suffice. Have you ever traveled from
your home to work while your mind was on something other than
driving? You often arrive and don’t remember how you got there.
How about driving on a long trip in the morning after being well
rested over night? The road has an hypnotic effect on many of us,
and we seem to dose off. (more…)

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her
parent’s at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon,
wanted to move out, away from her rich father’s influence. Even though
he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn’t want her husband
conforming to her father’s conservative way of life, which she felt
Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could
be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn’t want him getting
any worse.
Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected
job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead
used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into
accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father
had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position
within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and
they moved away to Simon’s home town in northern Wisconsin. (more…)