My name is Cleopatra. The original one, not an imitation. I am the first woman in history to bear that name. A name which by now should require little to no introduction. That is if you've ever picked up a history book or know Jack about Pop Culture. I am the former Queen of Imperial Egypt. Descended from the Kush Dynasty, the legendary Nubian Pharaohs which...
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...
This is the 2nd chapter of the adventures of a 1950s housewife. It'll probably make more sense if you read the first part, but each chapter is fairly self contained. I'd love to read any feedback you may have after you've read it ***** Late Night Traffic It had been a very busy week. Michael had worked overtime every night and Jane had spent most of t...
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. * Two years had past since Sue had accepted Charlie Crocker's offer of a job. As it turned out,...
My name is Daniel L'Heureux. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Algonquin College right here in Nepean. My girlfriend Rebecca Saint-Germain attends La Cite Collegiale, a French-language technical school in the City of Ottawa. She's originally from the City of Montreal in the Province...
This is the third story in the "Husband's Co-Worker" series. You do not need to read the others to enjoy this one, but the other stories may provide some context. ============== I entered my driveway, I realized that shopping took a little longer than I expected. I found shopping distracting this morning. Still, as long as no additional complications ar...
As I wrapped up my shower, I stepped out and saw my outfit for the day. A bright gold latex cat suit. The suit ran from my neck to my feet, which it included six inches heels. My sliver posture collar would go on over the neck of the latex. Being that I was Mistress Michelle's only personal slave I wore gold latex and only a collar. The house slaves, meaning...
Once a year my extended family would get together. We are a close-knit tribe so it wasn't just the descendants of one set of grandparents but multiple interlocking groups with 3rd cousins multiple times removed included. I could never keep track of who was who beyond my aunts and uncles and first cousins. Each year organization of the event would pass from o...
OK, I'll admit it. I became a porn addict. Not that I was some unemployed bloke who spent all his waking hours looking at it, but still ..... I'm a male nurse practitioner, that midway position between nurse and doctor. Make good money. But this whole story takes place during the COVID 19 pandemic when I began working 14-hour shifts, except for two days off...
Sometimes my wife Sonja and I feel so naughty after some of our extra-marital adventures and maybe just a little guilty and embarrassed. We thought perhaps we should come up with a way to off-set that guilt and come up with a ritual to help us to return to our normal or vanilla husband and wife relationship which we do both cherish. We started trying to co...