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Four articles by the venerable science journalist Sebastian Shaw, from the years 2030, 2040, 2055, and 2070:
January 7, 2030
Facetweet Times "Detecting Genetic Defects Earlier Than Ever" Sebastian Shaw
To learn more about the latest reproductive screening technology, I followed a woman I'll call Aspen on her visit to the Obstetrics and Gynecology center at Mass General Hospital. A 33-year-old professional, she arrived four days after she ovulated. A technician wielded a device the size of a hand vacuum cleaner. The business end was a flat plastic plate the size of an old music CD, and she placed it on Aspen's bare stomach just above her pubic bone. After 30 seconds the technician determined that she did indeed have a fertilized egg on its way down the fallopian tube to her uterus. Aspen was visibly pleased at the good news.
Her expression turned more somber as the technician prepared her for the next step. She had not come here for simple good news -- she was here to rule out bad news that might not be simple.
The ability to detect genetic diseases in a fertilized egg four days after ovulation rather than seven days after is not that important to most women. But to some who are uneasy with abortion, implantation is a key milestone. If the egg is destined to produce a child with a disease, then when an egg is just passing through the uterus, it's not so bad to just let it keep going. Once it has put roots down, it's a harder choice.
Watson and Crick discovered the double helix of DNA in 1953. After decades of intensive scientific efforts, gene sequencing became possible. The human genome was first fully sequenced in 2003, a half-century after Watson and Crick's discovery. This was just one milestone in a research effort that held high promise for saving human lives. But fundamental advances have been slow to yield practical benefits -- many start-ups failed when a marketable product proved to be out of reach. Now the benefits are clear and significant, and with the benefit of 2030 hindsight -- 2020 hindsight is a decade behind us now -- we can see all the obstacles that had to be overcome to move from sequencing the human genome to practical applications. Now we can detect most common errors in the human genome early, when abortion is still possible.
The National Medical Database tells us that in the US, the incidence of genetic diseases has dropped dramatically. The ability to detect massive genetic abnormalities such as Down Syndrome has been around far longer, but now diseases caused by a single errant nucleotide can be reliably detected in the early stages of pregnancy. New cases of cystic fibrosis, Tay-Sachs, Huntington's, Sickle Cell Disease and many others are down sharply. They could be virtually eliminated if two additional conditions were met. One is universal access to high-quality medical care. The other is the willingness of mothers to abort a fetus with an abnormality. The second is of course a moral question, not a medical one. Many women refuse to have the genetic testing performed; even after a serious genetic disease has been diagnosed, about 30% of mothers carry a pregnancy to term.
Some women are unwilling to have an abortion from the moment of conception, usually on religious grounds. For others, unwillingness rises as the fetus becomes larger and more developed. Studies show that in practice, a woman's decision is most strongly influenced by the invasiveness of the abortion procedure -- and advances in technology have made it less and less invasive. A 4-month pregnancy can now be terminated with an hour's procedure under IV sedation and virtually no side effects. The woman's experience is going into a hospital pregnant, falling asleep, and waking up with no signs she can detect that she ever was pregnant.
Earlier-stage pregnancies can be terminated by taking one pill and having a heavy period -- without even the menstrual cramps that most women before the year 2023 considered an inevitable monthly occurrence.
Still, there is a drive for ever-earlier detection. Doctors used to rely on amniocentesis, but this requires the presence of a fair-sized amniotic sac. For the past 8 years or so they have needed only a maternal blood sample to fully sequence a fetus's DNA -- once it has implanted.
Now nearly finishing clinical trials is a technology that allows DNA sequencing before implantation. Aspen is one of the patients in the trials. Having determined that her egg had been fertilized, it was time for the real test.
The sensor was an impressive belt, six inches high, an inch thick and weighing about ten pounds. Given the current state of technology, that is space and weight to hold a lot of sensors -- the sensing power of 4,000 MRI machines of 2010 vintage. Aspen sat in an ordinary armchair as the technician wrapped the belt around her hips. All she had to do was sit still for twenty minutes. After five minutes, as our conversation tapered off, she elected to read. Electronic devices interfere with the sensors, so she read a book -- the old-fashioned kind based on Gutenberg technology.
The other presence in the room was a computer on a cart. Imagine a stack of four microwave ovens. This enormous computing power is required for an astonishingly complicated task. Aspen's fertilized egg had by now divided many times into a ball of cells. The computer needs to detect the minuscule vibrations of the nuclei of the atoms in that little ball, and from that determine the exact sequence of 3 billion base pairs in the simple CGAT genetic code. The mass of surrounding maternal cells all have the same DNA sequence, a background against which this tiny ball of cells is a very faint signal. The computer takes advantage of knowledge of the father's genome, but it is still a very difficult problem.
Once the test was done and the belt removed, Aspen and I were ushered into a doctor's office. A minute later Dr. Michelle Renaud entered, introduced herself, and started talking.
She had bad news. The ball of cells had a genetic abnormality that was inconsistent with life. It might or might not implant, but it would not live long enough to really count as a pregnancy. If Aspen did nothing, she might conceivably miss one menstrual period. But her body would shortly flush out this tiny blob of dead cells. Without the test, a delayed period would just tell her she hadn't gotten pregnant. About a fifth of failures to conceive during any given month are due to problems of just this sort. This result had no adverse implications for Aspen's ability to have a normal baby in the future.
The good news was that she had no life-and-death decision to make about whether to bring a child into the world. Her only choice was whether to take a morning after pill (the newest versions of which have no side effects at all) or let nature take its course. She took the tiny generic pill with her and was told she had a day to take it if she wanted. She scanned a QR-X code with her wristy which would give her access to further information on the situation in however much depth she wanted.
I reached Aspen by phone a week later. Asked how she felt about the experience, she said it was a little disconcerting to think she had produced something so very defective, but well worth it. She planned to go back every month until she did conceive a health baby.
I accompanied three other women that day. Two did not have any fertilized egg at all and never made it to wearing the heavy belt. The fourth was a petite 28-year-old redhead I'll call Martha. She is married to a woman, and was having the test four days after artificial insemination. She went through her half-hour with the belt and was told she had a healthy baby. The test's job is to verify that all the important genes are healthy. But in the process, it inevitably also reveals which healthy variants of those genes are present. A few of them have simple effects. Martha wanted to know, and was told she would have a girl with brown eyes and A-positive blood.
When I followed up with Dr. Renaud, she reported that for Aspen's defective ball of cells the underlying technology could reveal the gender, blood type and eye color it would have had if it had been viable. But revealing those "what-ifs" was not going to be comforting, so the software is configured in the factory to destroy that information once a "not viable" diagnosis is made.
It was no surprise that none of the four patients I followed that day was on course to deliver a baby with what we usually think of as a genetic defect -- since the nonviable ones don't enter our everyday thinking at all. What we call genetic defects are quite rare and always have been.
When this technology emerges from final tests and becomes publicly available, scientists predict more women will choose to have the test and more will abort in case of a defect. In parallel, the genes for ever-rarer diseases are being identified. We will continue to hunt genetic diseases towards extinction.
Another promising technology is in its infancy. It should be possible to apply the same sensing technology earlier, before conception. There is no sperm in the picture yet, but the test could detect the half of the genome that would be contributed by a ripening egg. If the egg has a defect, the couple might just decide not to invite any sperm to meet that particular egg, a decision that is acceptable to most people who are opposed to abortion -- and beneficial to many women like Aspen who would not allow a defective ball of cells to implant but would feel morally uneasy about it.
Although no sperm have met the egg in this test, such a calculation could take into account the genome of the prospective father. In a fairly common case, the chances are 50% that he would contribute a gene causing a defect and 50% that the baby would be normal. A different father might with certainty contribute a working copy of the relevant gene, guaranteeing a genetically normal baby.
March 21, 2045
Facetweet Times -- "Genetic knowledge, computing power, and humongous data combine to let us predict your baby's adult face" Sebastian Shaw
In the late 20th century, doctors could tell from amniocentesis whether a fetus would have Down Syndrome and whether it would be a girl or a boy. That could be done by just looking at the 46 chromosomes. In the one case they were looking for an extra chromosome, in the other looking for a small Y instead of a large X. Only in the 21st century have we been able to look within the 46 chromosomes at 3 billion base pairs to find the defects in individual genes. A genetic disease in a newborn baby today in the developed world is extraordinarily rare. The cases that do occur are largely confined to children of religious fundamentalists, including devout Catholics.
But scientists can find more than gender and defects. Sometimes things go wrong, but most of the time they go right. Genes determine healthy variation too. A decade ago it was easy to determine from a noninvasive scan of a tiny ball of cells the eye color and blood type. Good guesses were soon possible for height and hair color. Intelligence joined the mix, and this posed a new problem -- an ethical one. Most people would consider very low intelligence a defect. But depending on parental expectations, anything short of very high intelligence could also be viewed as a defect. There is no clear line between a defect and healthy variation.
The danger of genetic knowledge leading to eugenics occurred to thoughtful people long before it became a technical possibility. As a reaction to recent advances, legislation has been enacted or is pending in many states that limits the information that doctors can convey to prospective parents. Given the enormous complexity of prenatal DNA sequencers, prohibitions have been largely effective in the case that matters -- when abortion is still a possibility.
But once a baby is born, there are no such restrictions.
We have heard for some time now of predictions of intelligence, height, strength, coordination, and running speed, for instance. The predictions keep getting more accurate.
Then we heard of predictions of the six key personality traits: openness, conscientiousness, extroversion, agreeableness, neuroticism, and the recent addition: optimism.
But massive computing power, the DNA sequences of a billion people, and plain old digital photography are allowing something quite different: predicting what someone is going to look like.
I joined Dr. Aaron Singh in his lab at Carnegie-Mellon University. A short, dark-skinned man with a ready smile and perpetual twinkle in his eyes, it was impossible to miss his enthusiasm for his work.
"Here are some examples of what we were able to do last year," he said, bringing up a series of side-by-side pictures on his 36-inch monitor. The first pair of pictures was the same blue-eyed woman with short dark hair. Or that's what I would have sworn. Maybe they could have been identical twins instead of the same person. But Mr. Singh told me that the picture on the right was the real woman at age 26. The one on the left was derived from nothing but her genome, some very complicated algorithms and a great deal of number-crunching. My jaw dropped. Next he showed me the same woman aged backward in time. My eyes saw two pictures of the same 8-year-old girl. Up next was a pair of African-American men of 52 years. He asked if I could tell which was the real picture and which the simulation. I had no idea. He grinned at that, but noted that the level of realism was an older advance -- the current problem was how to produce accurate predictions, not simply ones that were realistic in every detail.
These results were astonishing. "That was last year?" I said.
Dr. Singh laughed. "Well, I have to admit I showed you my very best examples. Here are some of the worst..."
They were indeed bad. A broad face and big nose in one case, a narrow face and much smaller nose in the other.
"But what we care about most is the average case. And I'd like to show you the results from our latest study."
More pairs of pictures came up. For these I would have judged the two people to be brothers or sisters -- a definite family resemblance, but different people. I then saw a picture of Dr. Singh and the prediction based on his genes, and could definitely tell which was Dr. Singh.
Next I saw a pair of earnest-looking 4-year-old East Asian boys who again looked like identical twins. "Our predictions are best with children," he said. "People naturally diverge from predictions as they get older. To some extent that's just more genes doing their work differentially, and partly it's environment. Take a look at these." I saw what I correctly guessed were the same boy, now at age 45. But those images looked quite different, one looking well-preserved and the other more worn down. "We're toying with adding in environmental factors. For instance, most of our Japanese data is on people who live in Japan -- not surprisingly. But this man actually grew up in New Delhi, eating New Delhi foods and breathing New Delhi fumes. If we put in our environmental model, you can see the results." The match was noticeably better -- now both looked worn down.
I saw pictures of our US President Kyle Connor -- a decent match.
Finally I saw two pictures of myself -- or me and my predicted alter ego. I had given him access to my genome in advance of the interview. Looking at the simulated face was a creepy experience. Who was this other guy? Is that who I should have been? He actually looked like me -- like the big brother who the younger one can never quite compete with. Perhaps sensing my discomfort, he said, "But then there's this," and I saw next to the real me a much less appealing man -- the dissolute ne'er-do-well of my imaginary clan.
"That's you on a traditional Russian diet."
I asked if he could describe the advances -- what had led to the improvements and what would lead to more. "Schwartz-Feingold Hidden Markov Models" was the first in a long list. The algorithms are beyond the comprehension of more than a couple dozen experts worldwide. But I did get the picture that there were still plenty of interesting ideas to try and he was confident of further progress.
I tried to think through what it would mean to have accurate pictures -- to know what your baby will look like at the age of 50 -- or 90. I asked about predictions for old people, and I thought I saw his face darken for one brief moment before it resumed its bright smile.
"Those results aren't so good," he said. "And to be honest, we're not focusing our efforts there."
The implications for parents seeing their newborn at age 50 were plenty of food for thought. We have always been uneasy at the prospect of knowing too much about our future. On the bright side, I figured that some awkward 13-year-olds could be relieved to see themselves at 21.
February 12, 2055
Apple Micro-Google Times "The Quest For Uniform Sperm -- How and Why" Sebastian Shaw
I have interviewed many intensely driven scientists over the years, but Dr. Kyle McCarthy stands out.
We met in his office at the giant medical complex in Atlanta, Georgia. He is notably clean-cut, and a conservative dresser -- formal Scottish wear, largely unchanged from the 18th century: kilt, matching sash, Prince Charlie jacket, and sporran. He is also a devout Catholic. Church attitudes on homosexuality and the inclusion of women have softened in recent years, so if there is one thing that defines a Catholic today, it is an implacable opposition to abortion of any kind. It is the most fundamental conviction of his faith: human life begins at the moment of conception, and any human intervention to end that life is murder. He is not the least apologetic in admitting that it has driven his life's work.
In the early days, the practical application of advances in genetic knowledge started after birth. It was limited to predicting future disease and providing early treatment. But sensitive scans inside the mother allowed detection of defects in tiny fetuses. A mother who didn't want a child with a defect could get an abortion. As technology has advanced, the new life's genome can be known earlier and earlier. Now it is routine to abort small balls of cells before they implant.
But Dr. McCarthy has devoted his life to something else. He wants to change the reproductive workings of the adult male. He is imaginative and very capable -- the number of parallel investigations he conducts has eminent colleagues sighing with envy. He is also aggressive in pushing the envelope. Much of his work is privately funded by Catholics. He is deeply frustrated by US medical ethics restrictions, and has been reprimanded for his treatment of chimpanzees.
In parallel, there are research programs in countries with much laxer medical ethics and medical ethics enforcement. Catholic men have volunteered in large numbers. A few have contracted fatal cancers, many more have become sterile or impotent, but still they volunteer.
It seems crazy, until it makes perfect sense. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Catholics believe that every time a fertilized egg is not allowed to implant and develop into a baby, it is cold-blooded murder. These are desperate times.
So what exactly is McCarthy trying to do with the male reproductive system, and why?
"It's really quite simple. For some years now we have been able to analyze the genome of a woman's egg, and when there is a serious risk of a genetic disease, the woman may decide not to engage in intercourse at that time. This is not a sin. We cannot do this with men, because men emit millions of sperm in each ejaculation. Each one is different. They each contain half the man's genes, but which half is essentially random. Among them all, some small fraction carry genetic diseases. We do not know until the instant that a sperm penetrates the egg whether he will contribute good genes or defective genes."
"So early detection sounds like a very difficult problem."
"What we can do is to constrain the meiotic divisions during sperm formation. When we succeed, the ripening sperm are all genetically identical. To a large extent this works by killing the other sperm -- 95% of the sperm die. But the other 5% are the result of meiotic divisions that have been constrained to an exact pattern. While ordinarily the chances of two sperm cells having identical genetic structure are effectively zero, with this experimental drug cocktail tens or hundreds of thousands undergo identical meiotic division. They are numerous enough to have a high probability of causing conception -- nearly as high as an ejaculation from an untreated man."
"So you can now analyze the man's genetic contribution before intercourse too."
"Precisely! The same technology that allows us to look at the egg's structure allows us to analyze the structure of the sperm. It is actually easier. Since there are tens of thousands of identical ones, they stick out like a sore thumb in the genetic soup inside a man's testes."
"I think I see..."
Dr. McCarthy is eager to finish the story himself. "So now a couple can determine before they have intercourse the exact genetic structure of any baby that God may see fit to bless them with. There should be no need to ever abort a fertilized egg. Whatever criteria the couple may choose can be applied before intercourse happens."
"So does this mean that all a man's children would have his same contribution? That would mean he could only have all sons or all daughters, right?"
"That is correct, if it was permanent. But instead, we find that a particular meiotic constraint lasts only a few days, then it is replaced by another one. For roughly two days his genetic contribution is fixed, but then for the next two days it is also fixed, but to a different genetic structure."
"Very interesting. How is the man treated to make this happen?"
"It is easy and painless. We can give a man an implant that delivers its drugs in a consistent fashion for up to several years at a time. No doctor visits, prescription refills, or doses to forget."
"I can see that this would be of great interest to devout Catholics. But they are not the ones having abortions anyway. How could you convince other men to accept this treatment?"
"Mostly preference. A great many people are troubled by the prospect of abortion. They may go through with it anyway, but it bothers them. With this technology they would be completely free of guilt -- and mortal sin. It will also help Catholics and others who refuse to murder children to nonetheless prevent genetic defects."
"So, what stands in the way of bringing this to market?"
"There are still some issues to be worked out. Most important are the side effects. As you may know, I am collaborating with colleagues overseas where human trials have been underway for years. Before we could get approval for a US trial, we would need to greatly reduce the side effects."
"And what are these side effects?"
Dr. McCarthy gives a wily smile. "Our overseas colleagues have not been willing to share that data with us."
It is widely suspected that the overseas operations are completely controlled by McCarthy, but it's impolite to say that, and I don't want to jeopardize my relationship with him.
He has good reason to remain silent. He knows that even if the side effects are eliminated, public knowledge of what they used to be will interfere with acceptance of the treatments.
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Inspired by the James Thurber story "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty". This may be archived/posted anywhere: just give credit where credit is due. The Secret Life of Willie Malter By Pretzelgirl Contessa Willhelmina Malter gripped the steering wheel with delicately gloved hands as her red sports car seductively caressed the dangerous curves of the stiff European mountain road. She tossed back her long raven hair haughtily and glanced at the Aston Martin still on her tail....
Introduction: So Rachel finally tells Will about Mark, Maggie comes to visit, Blanes conditon is revealed, and the good reverend and his assistant do more evil things….its getting good!! Will we dont have time to do this! Brook yelled, as Will insisted on having sex. We have thirty minutes, Brook. Weve done it in less time than that! Look. Maria had to go out for groceries, Maggie will be here in thirty minutes, I mean, really want to, since our last time was so ruddily interrupted, but we...
In a small town, as rural as one can be and yet be defined as a town, an old flower shop sits off a side street, long forgotten but still lovingly maintained by its owner, Emily Bronson. Widowed ten years ago at age 42, she refused to abandon the small flower shop her father had opened when she was a girl. Emily’s husband had provided enough for her in his will to allow her to keep her little greenhouse behind the shop operable and to live in the residence that was part of the shop. The front...
Love StoriesAbout a week after our evening with Mark, Alicia got a call from her sister in St Louis. I was watching the baseball game when the call came and knew something was wrong by the sound of my wife’s replies. After a few moments she retreated to the bedroom with the phone and left me to watch the game. It was almost two hours later when she emerged from the bedroom and came to sit by me. “Jim left Marcie,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Why”, I asked, surprised. Alicia shrugged. “He has some bimbo...
Wife LoversNow it was a couple of weeks ago that I had got with Ernie and his black stud friend buddy for some double team action Willie which was packing a 9'1/2 fat big dark musty black cock that invaded my mouth and butthole a couple of weeks ago...... Willie called me up a few days before the weekend....Hey you knows who dis is a voice said.......Hey Mr Willie I said how are you in a soft tone ........Doings good and yous you keeping that ass in shape for mees again he said......My ass is your sir I...
Introduction: Rachels past is revealed, Haley learns something terrible about her parents, Lynn finds Wills pubes, Sam breaks in, and what will happen to Amy Lewis? All things and more int his weeks installment of Wills New Old Home!! Sorry…I know its a cheesy opening HEY READERS!! this one is less erotic, so i you want to wait till the next chapter to read a super erotic story, then first go bust a nut, and then read this one! Or read it anyway, its whatever. Also! A revised series of the...
I heard some commotion down by the corner, so I thought I’d go check it out. I’m really glad I did. There was this girl. “Good evening, ma’am. Are you new around here?” “Kind of. First time at this dump, anyway.” “You have a name?” “Of course I do. We all do. My friends call me Willie. Wilhelmina Aurora Jackson.” “Well, Willie Jackson, what brings you out on a nice evening like this?” “Target practice.” She pulled her gun, aimed quickly and immediately fired twice. I watched two rats...
So I have been hanging out with this guy for several weeks now, because we are doing a business project together. However, the kicker is, is that he is from out of state. He is from another branch and he was flown in to do this with me. He’s a real cocky guy, but easy to get along with. He’s a real womanizer and seems to always have a stiff cock. My husband knows him and has hung out with his as well. In the beginning he made passes at me. He didn’t know my husband at the time, but I...
Babies and Dollies Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I was walking around he house swaying, my swollen belly full of new life. I was ready to have the baby at any time and go back to normal. My breasts were full, also in anticipation of the baby. My feet were sore and my back ached and I had to use the bath all the time, even when the baby wasn't kicking my bladder. My husband could not help much, it was something all women go through when they are pregnant, which they...
Willow hadn't intended for the spell to go this way. It was supposed to create a ball of sunlight, and sure enough, it did. But the spell had other effects, as she soon found out. Buffy had been staring straight into the spell for twenty minutes when Willow found her. By that time it was to late. The spell carried Willow's deepest desires with it, and in those twenty minutes Buffy went from straight to bisexual to lesbian. Willow was horrified to realize she'd turned her best friend into a...
Romance, CD, Dick Girl, Panty Boy, Shemale, Flashing, Upskirt, Multiple Partners, Cream Pie SexRusty and Willard had been life long friends, Rusty a football jock and Willard on the swim team. Rusty, muscular and tough, Willard, slim, shaved and long haired. Rusty was also protector and Willard the brain that helped Rusty graduate. Rusty also knew Willard was gay and cross dressed in the privacy of his own home. Rusty spent 3 years in the Army, came home suffering PTSD while Willard had became...
Introduction: Will cant get rid of a boner, Amys new job, Blanes fate, more embarrassment for poor Will, and Paul gets his first orgasm…also Rachel may have dropped another ball Amy walked through the halls of the UCSD Medical Center, wearing pink scrubs and white nursess shoes. Her long blond hair was tied in a bun, she had on red lipstick and black mascara, which complemented her already stunning physical appearance. Today marked a new chapter in Amys life, for though she wasnt in prison, or...
Introduction: Will is given an ultimatum, Rachels obsession brings about her downfall, and Brook and Rev. Greene began their Family Reunion To avoid an ending with 20 pages, I broke it into two chapters…so enjoy…….And I am so sorry its been so long!! Ive been so busy lately I barely had enough time to finish this story!! Thanks for reading guys!! And if you like the story, or have some criticism, please leave your comments bellow….Also, whether or not you liked this series, Im open to...
Introduction: So Will has an erotic dream about Brook and Pierce, Lynn and Will deal with hangovers, Amy feels regret, and Rachel, well, she is still crazy…also Blane is still in the hospital Hello, is this Mr. and or Mrs. Bailey? Yes, this is Mrs. Bailey, who is this? This is Dr. Phelps, from the UCSD Medical Center. Your son, Blane, was taken to our emergency room about five minutes ago. He has overdosed on three kinds of substances, we think its a mixture of cocaine, alcohol and another...
Introduction: So theres this party….Lynn goes wild, Will gets drunk, Blane, well hes screwed, and Brook cheats on Will….exciting stuff! Oh! and what does the reverend have to do with it?….Good read, not to much erotic stuff, but just hold on, a super erotic chapter is on the way!! BTW, Haley finds out about Amy Lewiss session with Pierce and Will…..ALSO I DO NOT CONDONE THE USE OF UNDER AGED DRINKING OR DRUG ABUSE!!! (I DO NOT CONDONE THE USE OF DRUGS OR ALCOHOL ESPECIALLY BY MINORs, ITS NOT...
Introduction: the Farm, a Traitor, and a great handjob Will walked down stairs, still sporting an obvious boner and a grin on his face. However, as he saw the girls sitting around the kitchen table, he tucked his erection up in the waist band of his boxers, and then proceeded to enter the kitchen. Anna smiled at him seductively, and he smiled back with a face of pure pride and content, what a morning, and what an experience he had had. The morning was slow and relaxed. Maggie returned to the...
Introduction: so this one starts with an erotic dream, Hayden fending off a rapist, Sam secretly fingering Brook, Brook unknowingly giving Sam a handy, Amy harassing a cop, and Will…well hes pretty much asleep the whole damn time….and what is Rachel going to have to do for the cult next? a bit more erotic than my last three stories…enjoy…. Hayden stood still in the doorway, as she walked slowly into the bedroom, shedding her tight tank-top and shorts. Her c-cup breast stuck out, her light...
I woke up in a crummy mood. My dream about Willow walking down the aisle didn't help. Why I would dream about my cousin was beyond my comprehension. Maybe it had something to do with her always being on my case about me fucking the widow Cece.Being called another man's name just as I unloaded in Cece's pussy didn't help either. What Cece does is Cece's business. Just don't call me someone else's name while I'm fucking you. She is a hot MILF and that's what I'm in it for, a hot piece...
First Time“I sort of committed you to dinner at the newlywed table tonight, Brock.”“Willow told me.”“You OK with that?”“I’m looking forward to it. Willow said that snooty girl from yesterday needs to learn some manners in the way she talks to you.”“Yeah, Joey’s been pretty snotty to both of us. She doesn’t like you and Willow together.”“You know I’m on your side, Jace, and I will try to make her apologize.”I smiled, “We only have one more day. It doesn’t matter.”“It does to Willow, so that’s all I care...
CuckoldWe woke in Belize the next morning, with only three more nights to go on the cruise. I lay next to my beautiful, sleeping bride, and thought those nights seemed to hold danger. I watched the rays shining in through the skylight, and they seemed to bring clarity. A dark fantasy didn’t seem very enticing in the light of day, and Willow’s switch of partners from the night before was flogging my ego with shame. I quickly discarded the decision I’d made in the heat of the moment.I was ready to...
CuckoldJunge Damen wider Willen Teil 2 Alles diskutieren half nichts. Was sich unsere Mutter in den Kopf gesetzt hatte zog sie auch konsequent durch. Sie beharrte auf dem Besuch beim Fris?r und ebenso auf dem Stechen der Ohrl?cher. Doch bevor es soweit war, stand die Frage bez?glich meiner Kleidung im Raum. Wenn es nach mir gegangen w?re, h?tt eich Jeans, T-Shirt und meine Turnschuhe angezogen. Doch davon wurde ich strikt abgehalten. Sowohl f?r meine Schwester, wie auch f?r mich bestand Roc...
Junge Damen wider Willen Teil 3 von Jennyfer H. Nun ist auch der 3. Teil fertig. Leider hat es unfreiwillig etwas l?nger gedauert bis er fertig war. Der 4. Teil ist in Arbeit und wird bald fertig sein. Es ist eigentlich nicht in Worten ausdr?ckbar, wie ich mich f?hlte. Es widerte mich fast schon an, wie ich nun aussah. Meine gesamte Erscheinung deutete in keinem Punkt mehr auf meine eigentliche M?nnlichkeit hin. Tanja und ich sahen aus wie Schwester oder vielmehr wie zwei h?bsche T...
BtVS: Willow and Cordy"Do you guys feel hypnotized? Are we supposed to feel hypnotized? Do you think we were hypnotized? 'Cause I don't feel hypnotized," rambled Willow Rosenberg.Buffy and Xander stopped walking and just stared.Willow shrugged. "I guess not.""Willow, the guy was a crock, although the monkey was kinda cool," stated Xander, "Right, Buff?""Definitely," agreed Buffy. "I'm not really one to fall for that 'Ooga wooga, you're under my control mumbo jumbo. Slaying legions of the...
Willow was sitting in the guest suite. It was located on the Master's side of the house and she had never been in these rooms before. With their muted tones and stained wood furnishings, it was all very masculine, like the library had been. The suite consisted of three rooms. There was a small sitting room that held a leather covered armchair, leather love seat and a small table with a reading lamp. As she sat in the chair, she could see into the bedroom area. The very large bed was covered...
I woke early and alone in Cozumel and knew there were two more nights where that would happen again. It had been after 3 AM when I finally found the bed, so I didn’t expect the Painful Welt and Willow for at least a couple of hours. I was convinced that they did something much different when they found his bed.I had breakfast, checked email and the news on my phone, and downed several cups of coffee before I finally settled the argument with my conscience, which had been trying to convince me...
CuckoldIntroduction: So not as much sexual content as the others, but good stuff none the less, next one will be chocked full of sex i promise! What do you think of Will? Lisa asked Brook as the three girls sat on the couch watching a movie, each curled around a pillow and wearing pajama bottoms with t-shirts on. Well, what do you mean by that Brook asked. Do you think hes cute? Anna giggled. Brook thought for a minute about Wills appearance. He was defiantly attractive, and had an athletic body. His...
Page was taught that good habits were important. She set about engraining good habit in Willow from the beginning of her training. Page had given Willow detailed instructions about how her morning was to proceed. She was sleeping on the floor next to Page's bed. Willow's alarm went off at 5:45am and it had to be turned off within the first 10 seconds. She then had 15 minutes to complete her assigned tasks before Page woke at 6:00. She put her blanket and thin pad away, folded neatly, in...
The next day Willow was amazed how little of Page's skin was damaged. All of the angry redness was gone and only a few spots showed scratches or abrasions. One knee was skinned up, but that was the worst of it. Page herself seemed to be more tense and reflective but Willow dismissed that as exhaustion. Willow was wrong. There were important things on Page's mind. Willow got an idea that things would be different that day as soon as breakfast was over. Page had been instructing Willow on...
Page released Willow from the belt restraint and the ball gag. "Clean up this mess. Shower and then come find me. Present yourself like you think a slave should. You have two hours." Page left the room and went to fix a small bite to eat. Willow would eat later. Two hours and seven minutes later Willow found Page in a chair looking over blueprints of some kind. Willow stood by her chair and quietly coughed. "Ma'am? I am done ma'am." Page did not move for a minute then looked up and...
The wedding had been near perfect. The weather held off, and we enjoyed the mostly sunny June day in a beautiful outdoor garden with the smell of flowers and the sounds of buzzing bees. The breeze had been gentle and consistent, the four-piece combo was not too loud, our soloist hit every high note, and our vows had been well-received.Of course, the most beautiful part of the ceremony was my bride, Willow Ingram, nee Garver. She turned twenty-two last month, on her Stanford graduation day, and...
CuckoldDark Willow's HaremNote: Alternate future after the 6th season episode "Villains". Here Willow goes completely dark after the death of Tara. Also, sometime after the 3rd season of "Charmed". The various characters from "Angel", "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", and "Charmed" aren't mine. I'm just borrowing them for some nasty fun. There are real people here but their actions here are not intended to reflect their real lives or orientations. All of this is just for fun: sleazy, nasty fun.Cordelia...
Introduction: So this one is less erotic, and focuses on some drama….I like it, you may not, but I like it….btw, if you want to see anything in particular happen in this story, post a comment about what you want to see, and if I like it, its in!! AH! Lynn yelled. She quickly sat up in her bed, clutching her sheets tightly in her hands. She turned around in her bed to put her feet on the carpet. Standing, she walked to the bathroom. What the fuck is wrong with me… She said to herself, as she...
Introduction: not super erotic until the end, but some good filler nonetheless, also some drama…everyones favorite Will sat behind the rock, he made no noise except for his panting. The terrain he was in could only be crossed by foot, even if the reverend could drive his truck, he would have to get out and climb the mountain to catch Will. Sitting by the mountain stream, Will thought about what might happen to Maggie. Its all my fault. He thought to himself, If anything happens to her…it will...
~ A story in the Young Fern Universe ~ Willow is living with her Dad now and has settled into a comfortable routine. ~ Willow and I sat and watched the sun go down from my sixth floor apartment and cuddled on the couch chair. ‘RING’ I had ordered some Indian food and was expecting the door bell to ring. Willow hopped up to answer the door and brought back some sweet smelling Butter Chicken and curry dishes. We ate and she talked about her time spent with Uncle Mike, Tom and his...