It was such a great idea: equal rights for men and women. Where did it all go so horribly wrong? The problem is that while feminist rhetoric was all about freedom, feminist reality has turned out to be all about oppression. Instead of ridding us of stereotypical gender roles, feminism has forced us all into another set of stereotypical roles that no ordinar...
I am Princess Willow. I awaken on the morning of my nineteenth summer solstice and break my fast with fruit, bread, and a cup of wine. Nothing is expected of me today until the short ceremony that will install me on the throne as queen of our tribe. The second and equally important ceremony of the day will not take place until the sun sets. It will mark th...
Huge thanks to my editor, LaurieLou for helping get this postable, it was weeks ago, but I ran into formatting errors, and finals yadda. Here we are, finally, I guess one thing that COVID is good for, when your job sucks it's what makes sure you are off the clock as soon as your shift ends, no extra work from me, and a present of my two weeks' notice. Not ge...
Thanks to my editors ThinkerLover and KillerRomance. Any remaining errors in this manuscript are all mine. Chapter 1 I guess I've always been kind of a pervert. When I'm in the supermarket waiting to pick up a prescription, I drift over to the magazines. I thumb through them, looking at the women. Beautiful glowing women with radiant smiles exuding joy and...
I sit in the dim light of my apartment and watch my two children sleep, thinking about the decision I'm going to soon have to make, and every time I do my stomach clenches up. Am I a wimp or the most forgiving son of a bitch on this planet? How many times can a person be forgiven? Two, three, more, before the words 'I'm sorry' just don't cut it anymore? In...
This is a continuation of the story "All in the family part 1". It will make more sense if you start from the beginning. ***** "Hey mom," Jodi said as we entered Mrs. B's kitchen. "What's for dinner?" Mrs. B was Jodi's mother. She was in her late fifties and had recently lost her husband to cancer. She was having a hard time adjusting to living alone afte...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...
Our three protagonists spend part of another day at Brianna's, learning more about what might constitute a proper slavery. Julia and her Master enter a pair of contests with Sam and Marcia and lose both. This chapter contains scenes of sexual intercourse, oral sex, lesbian sex, and spanking. As with other chapters, STD's are not really a problem in this fant...
Copyright©2010 by Mendon Fishers The sun was shining, and the air was calm, over all it was a very pleasant day. So you might wonder why I was standing in a grave yard, pissing on a head stone. It's ok; it is my wife's headstone. My name is Vinnie Pergolizzi and I'm a mob boss. I tried to trace the letters of her name, but my bladder ran out first. Marle...
Note: This story was submitted in late March, but has nothing to do with April Fool's Day. Anyone portrayed having sex is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. In other words, we repeat - this is all fiction. Jenny and...