Experiment Time: Figging!

When our kids were grown and out of the house, Jan and I found ourselves sitting and watching TV on too many nights after work. Like many other couples, our lives had centered around raising kids. So, with those obligations done, there seemed to be a gap in our lives. Jan was very much into socializing. We did go out with friends occasionally. But, Jan really missed the numerous interactions with the kids and their friend's parents at after-school activities. Our jobs weren't helping her with her social needs, since she was working from home a lot. We still stay in touch with the kids, and we see them rather often. But, with the youngest now away at college, and the older ones out on their own, it just isn't the same. After about a year of this, we realized we needed MORE. Most of the friends we did go out with or invite over for dinner started to feel like part of the routines. It was somewhat different interacting with our peers instead of the kids. We just didn't f...

Being a typical man, I'm horny all the time. I cant count the number of times that I've come up to my wife and started kissing on her, only to have my advances refused. Or worse, we will be out somewhere and she will be flirty with me, promising a good time when we get home, and then nothing ever happens. If I had a dollar for every time that happened, I would be rich. I usually want sex but my wife rarely does, so sometimes I have to take things in hand, if you catch my drift. At work, being a mid-level manager, I had the luxury of my own office - one with no windows. My coworkers were mostly women, and more than half of them were quite attractive. Several of them were definitely hot. Lindsey, the hot blonde around the corner from me was a looker. Megan was a smoking red head from accounting. Dominque was a total babe, blonde, great body, and a flirty personality. Nicole was also very fuckable with legs for days, but she was higher up the company ladder so I didn't dare ...

* If non-consent or reluctance stories aren't your thing, please don't read on!* The pounding sensation in my head slowly brought me out of the darkness. I blinked blearily, holding the side of my head where the headache was intensifying and groaning loudly. I licked my dried lips, hoping to wet my parched throat and mouth. Rubbing my eyes, I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. I was on a king bed, seemingly in a library room of some kind, judging by the stately walls crammed with shelves of old looking tomes. Two knights of actual shining armour stood by the double doors. Blinking furiously, I looked around the bed, and was delighted to see a large pitcher of water with a glass beside it. Pouncing upon it, I guzzled three glasses and lay back, revelling in the sensation of the slowly dissipating headache. Feeling less dehydrated, my brain scrambled to think of how I got here, when it all started flooding back. I gasped aloud and shot up in the bed. I was dressed in a w...

It was early on Thursday morning. Joey had set his phone alarm for six a.m. but he awoke a few seconds before it went off. He tapped SNOOZE out of habit, but realised that he was already wide awake, so he hurled aside the duvet and sprang out of bed. No yawning, no scratching. He was on his feet, ready for action. Joey switched on the main light. He would not usually do that out of consideration for his wife, but last night—for the first time ever—he had banished her to the spare room. Ha! See how she likes it for a change! Joey got dressed and made the bed, straightening out the duvet as the snoozed alarm went off. He put the phone into his jacket pocket and checked his computer bag. Yes, the paternity test envelope was still in there, ready to be posted. He zipped the bag closed, switched off the light and carefully opened the door, his shoes in one hand. His goal was to get out of the house before Stephen woke up. Stephen, the six-year-old who still called Joey 'Daddy', wa...

Rain set his claws against the boulder and leaned his muzzle around it just enough to peek his yellow eyes and observe the levelers who were emerging into the cavern. He was wary of Lyra's invisibility not holding up, mostly because the sheep girl seemed to lack confidence in it. That turned out to be a wise decision as he quickly spotted an Elf amongst the group of levellers, the Elf had a pair of violet lensed spectacles hanging around his neck on a chain. "That Elf, he can sense the use of magic, and those spectacles, the instant he looks through them we will be completely visible to him. We- we might be in a little bit of trouble..." said Lyra, peeking around the boulder above him, her hands held tight on his ears. "Why isn't he wearing them now?" "They continually drain mana, and not a small amount of mana, I've seen people faint after just twenty minutes of wearing them. It's kind of a thing to give them to Elves since they can sense if ...

Xavier had flown first class before but Salome's private jet was more like a flying penthouse suite in Vegas. After they had all finished breakfast at the hotel they immediately left for the airport. But instead of heading to the main terminal the limo took them on a private road leading to Salome's company's private airstrip. The plane was much bigger than a private jet but not as big as a commercial airliner. Upon entering Xavier walked into what looked like a professional board room. Which it was. Salome did a lot of travel which meant she had to work and run her company from the air. Walking through the first room into the next was a complete change. The second room was filled with a large sectional sofa. Each end with built in reclining seating all of which faced an 80 inch flat screen tv. The next room was the galley. It was better equipped than the kitchen he had at home. Then there was the bedroom. The entire room, except for a small walkway on one side leading to...