Mina lived on the other side of the world. That was the first obstacle. She was only in town for a few months for work and she wasn’t interested in a fling that would just have to end. But we both knew it was more than a fling. We had undeniable chemistry. After our first date, she insisted she wasn’t even my type. “You seem like someone who wants an obedient, mild-mannered girl who will just fawn over you. Not a career-f...

“I’ve spent my whole life trapped in a shell,” she said.  “I went from living with my parents to living with my ex.  I’ve been dying to break free.  But I don’t know if I can do it.  I need someone else to take control.  I need someone to give me a push.” It was just after ten on a Thursday night.  We walked along an elevated path overlooking the Mississippi.  There were people in the distance, but it was a quiet night an...

"I want you to fuck my wife," he said. I was lying in Glen’s bed when he said it.  We’d just finished having sex.  "Really," he said. "I want to watch you fuck my wife." I glanced over at the nightstand by the bed. She looked like an attractive enough woman, judging from their wedding picture. But the situation was weird. I told him I wasn't interested. "Please," he started to plead. "I've been working on this for years....

I’m not someone who denies what’s going on in the world.  This was back in the early weeks of the pandemic.  Wearing a mask wasn’t common yet.  There were maybe a thousand confirmed cases in my city, which seemed like a lot, but nobody was panicking yet.  Even though we all assumed the total was higher. I had not been into my office in a few weeks.  Other businesses were slower to close.  Bars and restaurants were all shu...

I sat in my car waiting for Cara.  It was New Year’s Eve 1998.  I was parked in front of a strip mall a few blocks from her high school.  She was performing in a concert with her school orchestra.  She’d told her parents that she was going to stay with a friend afterward.    In reality, she was spending the night with me. I’d known Cara for most of my life.  She was my cousin’s step-sister.  A few weeks earlier she had wa...

It was Christmas Eve the first time Cara and I had sex.  A week earlier, she had walked in on me masturbating.  Instead of turning around, she’d gotten curious and decided to lend a hand.  After that night, we continued to tease and tempt one another.  Fucking one another was inevitable. There were a thousand reasons to worry about the future.  I knew what was happening between us was more than just impulsive fun.  Cara a...

Cold winter weather is far from a guarantee in the south.  Growing up we rarely had a White Christmas.  And it was more likely to be sixty degrees and sunny.  If not warmer. Weather permitting, my family celebrated Christmas Eve outdoors at my uncle’s house.  He had a ton of land that used to be a farm.  Not everyone was there every year, but that wasn’t the case in 1998.  My family was there with my father’s three siblin...

I woke up on Christmas Eve to the sound of someone knocking on the door.  It was after nine o’clock.  I was asleep in a guest room in my uncle’s basement.  Next to me was a pair of my panties that were stiff with my dried cum.  Cara had used them the night before to give me a handjob while everyone else in the house was asleep.  It was the third time in less than a week.  The first time was right after she caught me jacki...

It is a spring evening in 2000.   I am twenty-two years old. We sit across from one another in a restaurant booth.  Meg’s black hair comes just past her chin.  It’s the shortest it’s been since high school.  She’s wearing a white salwar kameez with a green pattern.  Her style is always evolving.   In high school, she was thrift shop chic.  In college she became preppy.  She used to hate traditional clothing. It’s the firs...

So when I saw The Corporation’s ad looking for volunteers I was happy to sign up.  They didn’t call it “time travel,” but that’s what it was.  A handful of people were going to be sent to another era.  They wouldn’t be able to come back.  Only a few people would be selected because they wanted to examine the impact over time. There were so many appealing years to choose from, but they were only selecting one person for ea...

I didn’t have a cell phone in the nineties.  Even if I did, text messaging wasn’t a thing.   I had an email account through my university, but plenty of people still weren’t using email.  And even if they were you didn’t always know their account.   So I had no way of communicating with Cara.  I certainly couldn’t call her home phone. She was my aunt’s stepdaughter and basically my cousin, even though we weren’t related b...

It was Christmas 1998 when it happened. I was home from college for winter break and went to visit my cousin on the other side of the city. We were about the same age and had spent a lot of time together growing up, but that changed when we both went away to college. We told his mom and his stepdad, Leo, that we were going out for a few beers, which was partly true. We didn’t mention that we were going to a strip club to...

I grabbed the buzzing phone off the nightstand.   “You’re not going to answer that, are you?” Sarah asked. She was on her back in my bed.  Her thick thighs were spread wide exposing her fat pink pussy lips.  She was still trembling from the orgasm I’d given her with my tongue.   “Of course not,” I told her. I glanced at the phone.  Stela was trying to send a video call.  Her flight left in a couple of hours.  She was in t...

“What about this one?” “That’s a guy,” I said. “A guy?  Like she’s trans?  How can you tell?  She looks like a woman to me,” Stela said. “It is a woman.  It’s a guy with fake pictures online pretending to be a woman,” I answered. “Ew.  Gross.  How can you tell?” “They’re all professional photos.  There isn’t a single candid shot,” I answered. We were lying naked in bed.  The window was open so we could feel the sea breeze...

I woke up in a state of confusion.  My phone vibrated on the nightstand.  It took me a minute to remember I was sleeping in a rented beachfront townhouse.   I picked up the phone and saw that it was Stela.  It was just after midnight.  I’d been enjoying the kind of deep sleep that only comes after a long day, some good wine, and a mindblowing orgasm thanks to the blowjob she’d given me a few hours earlier. I didn’t unders...