masturbation

"Esra," Jodie began, "have you ever considered that you might have a masturbation problem?"

Esra pondered her friend's question for a moment before giving a definitive reply. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you -really- sure?" Jodie asked, her tone of voice suggesting that Esra was not sure at all.

"I'm not sure why you're so concerned with how I spend my free time," Esra said.

Clarissa stared out the large window and into the vast starry expanse of space.

Bored. That’s how she felt. Bored.

She was traveling alone in her own spaceship. She was a successful entrepreneur, after all. Yet even with all the amenities afforded to her, she still got bored.

It would be another six or so hours before she would arrive at the station. She was by herself, age twenty-four, already flying her own spaceship for leisure, standing in a luxurious custom bedroom, larger and roomier than any other part of the ship, and still she was bored.

Control 8: Over the Net

“Hello, this is Doctor Wilkes,” Michael answered the phone call that had been transferred into his clinic office.

Well, hello there, Doctor,” a familiar voice said seductively. “This is your lonely wife calling. She wants to know if you are going to be finished for the day any time soon.”