Her Mistake

In Adventure 1, we find our intrepid agent, Sage Tumbleweed, on the trail of the alien infiltrators plotting to exploit Earth's resources. Galactic immigration was getting out of control. Regardless of campaign slogans and the usual rhetorical nonsense of devolving politicians, many earthlings were not happy with the current state of affairs. Simply, the alien confederation lied. An early moto, "To Serve Humankind", turned out to be a red flag for early exploitation. Like locusts, they swarmed in and contrived a number of conspiracies. Consumption was huge. With a gluttonous global culture, humans naively became acquiesced. Naturally, politicians were easy, since most elected officials were con artists by trade and practice. Yet, the real horrors had only just begun. The early warnings signs were there. Some fought back by various ways and means. Regardless, "To Serve Humankind" was nothing more than a ruse. In general, the plan was a cookbook of sorts. You co...

Hello everyone. I'm James and I'm an Electronics Repair Technician here in Middleton. No one has ever called me James, so Jimmy it is. As the title implies, I'm a little different than most young adult males my age and that doesn't bother me. I'm here today to find out why it bothers you or should I say why many of you pretend that it bothers you. It's easy for me to admit that I'm different from most of you, so why is it so hard for you to admit that you like me this way? Why can't you just admit that you use my repair services after hours at my home because you heard that you might see something? Just admit it, you dropped your phone because you wanted to see if I really wore lingerie under my sportswear outfit. Listen, I admit that my moonlighting repair services are known to a select few, so why you can't you admit that you want a "new customer" discount? And you should admit to yourself that if I do or if I don't wear lingerie un...

My name is Daniel and I am 23 years old. My history began a year ago when I was strongly addicted to porn. At first, it was innocent jerking off. Beautiful ladies sucking a cock, riding it, swallowing the load. But in time I started to develop some kind of taste. I liked to watch movies, where women were wearing lingerie. My particular weakness was nice stockings with floral pattern tops, attached to a lacy garter belt. When I saw that, my dick was immediately hard, and I knew that I will jerk off. I really really wanted to have it, I wanted a woman to wear them for me, so I could fondle and stroke her stockinged legs. But I was too consumed by porn. Even when I was in the mall or simply walking down the street and I saw a woman with a visible hose on her legs, I was wondering how the tops of her stockings look like, or how kind of garter belt she is wearing. I was gawking. Fortunately, no one noticed that, because I looked like a pervert for sure. One time, when I was walking down t...

After University I worked for a few years in a law firm in Tokyo and this I how I got to know Shiori. She was my colleague at the office, and because we were the two youngest employees we were naturally drawn to each other. We used to have a drink after work, and I felt very proud to have the company of such a beautiful, refined woman. If it was not for the fact that we shared the job, there was no chance I could get to know someone like her, so distant from my world of outcast Japanese and foreigners. In the beginning, she was very reserved, but after a while, I was able to acquire her trust. Once we were sipping a whisky in a shot bar in Ginza when she started talking about her University's boyfriend. It seemed that she hadn't been able to get over him and to understand why she had written a memoir of their story, hoping that this could help to put a distance between her and those events. But, even if they were frozen in writing and stored in a drawer, they kept haunting he...

Meg was always an early riser, and even though she'd stayed up late the night before, she still woke as the sun began to peek through the blinds. She got out of bed to get a glass of water and check her phone. She had put on a t-shirt and panties last night (she didn't like sleeping completely naked), but her legs were bare, so she put on a hotel bathrobe as well to combat the chill from the too-efficient air conditioning. Luke was sound asleep, one arm flung out to the side, his lips parted. Meg sat in an armchair and pulled out her phone. She was surprised to have a message from Alex on Facebook. "Hey, I realized I still had you blocked from when we broke up. Anyway, I've unblocked you. It was good to see you. I'd like to catch up over drinks sometime if you're up for it." Meg opened his Facebook profile, which she hadn't been able to do in years. There weren't many posts to catch up on, and more often than not, other people were posting on his...

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Chapter Two I bit my lip as I dragged my suitcase up the curb. The small taxi pulled away and quickly left. It was a little before noon. After spending the evening luxuriating in my luxury shower, before a long, restful slumber, I've made my way back home. Mum and dad were waiting for me in the lounge. Mum waved the way she usually would as I walked past the window. Pulling open the front door, I swallowed my nervousness and stepped inside. "Hey sweetheart!" Dad called. "Have a good evening?" Setting my suitcase to stand, I walked into the lounge. Mum and dad were... Just... Mum and dad. Mum smiled warmly, while dad had that familiar gleam in his eye, that told me I had his attention since I was a little girl. "It was nice," I said softly. "We had some fun, got back to the hotel and made sure we all got some sleep." It wasn't an outright lie. Samantha made sure I was fine, before tying my legs together and ordering me to remain in th...