Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. All participants are over eighteen and willing. I want to thank MiliktheRed for his excellent editing. * Our guest, Sue, had been badly banged up. She had been mercilessly beaten by a customer, who w...
"Ripe" is the only way to describe how I feel most of the time, a low-level arousal that's almost constantly with me. I don't always know when my arousal moves from low- to moderate-level, I just know that it's activated by factors beyond my control. I have to allow myself to acknowledge my ripeness, and I love being activated by simple, everyday events. I...
Jennifer came home from the gym, every layer of clothing soaked through with sweat. She had run on the treadmill, lifted weights, stretched, and chilled-out in yoga, and it still wasn't enough to burn off this excess energy she'd had all day. She knew what the problem was: it had been about a month since she and Tyler had broken up, and she hadn't seen a rea...
Chapter Six: The Darkness Ruth Mears perched herself on the edge of a stool and sipped champagne from the chilled glass. She stared at the open pack of Marlboro Lights 100s on the kitchen bar and shivered with delight. How foolish she had been to deny herself what it was she wanted all this time. Next to the cigarettes was a Chanel dark red lipstick; the li...
Ashlyn Selvatico Note: This story takes place on a planet where men do not have the same legal rights that women enjoy. All adult males are routinely referred to as "boys" as a sign of their inferior social status (much as women in the 1950s in the U.S. were often dismissively called "girls"). No sexual activity involving minors should be inferred. All of t...
I wanted a master...a man who could control me. I needed it, still do. I want to be cared for, but taken. My first master came into my life when I was younger. I don't think he realized that he was my master at first. I had known and admired him for quite sometime before anything came of it. Then one day we were sitting around with a group of friends, and h...
It was a dry heat that was almost stifling as Natalie Brenner dropped off her bags. The flight to Kabul had been riddled with problems and the fact that she was one of the top foreign correspondents with the BBC didn't help. She held dual citizenship with the United States and Italy on her father's side and the higher ups had agreed she should travel on the...
Firstly, whoever keeps telling me my characters don't sound like they're from the 50s go to hell. I don't study 1950s vernacular. I'm just going off movies & how my grandparents talk. ------- "Finn, Finn come back!" she yelled. The time past. Maggie was left alone. She was SO angry. She'd thought Finn would hang around a little. She thought that he would t...
Walter watched the cartoon video in some awe. It explained, in the cheesiest 1950s-style way possible, how nanobots were injected into a woman's bloodstream, made their way to her brain, and then coated her synapses, changing her impulses and desires. He looked around the room. A circle of men in matching jackets watched him -- beta-male types mostly, excep...
Abigail's sexual education became a priority for both of us. Once she discovered that she wasn't "bad" at sex, Abigail became intensely curious about sexual positions and activities which she had yet to try. She still couldn't just come out with it, or say 'Let's do this'. But she started asking me 'Have you ever ...?' If the suggestion came from me, she was...