Once more, we thank you all for the years we’ve had, and hope this final week is the send-off The Far Plane and you players deserve. Here’s to future adventures! - Natasha Kane, Project Lead on ‘Amissa Mundo’ I stared at the headline in a paralyzing mix of nostalgia, sadness and shock. It had of course been years since I played The Far Plane, and almost as l...
I have read a number of stories on this site that uses the plot device of having a military member dying and leaving his/her spouse (but almost always female) financially destitute. Folks, unless extraordinary circumstances exist, this is simply not the case upon the death of a US military service member. Having worked in this field for a number of years I...
Some time ago I got a divorce from a particularly spiteful and malicious witch. Like most everyone, I went through a great amount of pain and suffering at the time. Eleven years after that one-sided contest though, I have significantly changed my attitude toward the hallowed institution of divorce. I now feel going through the "big D" prepared me for a measu...
"Let's see now," says Brandon. "What's on Pilfer-Bay today. Hmm," he queries, leaning in close to the monitor to scour the latest list of available downloads. The year is 2060. Scientists now rule North America, ever since a black matter orb entered the solar system. Dubbed 'Flipstar 1', it orbits the sun three time a day, wreaking havoc with solar flare r...
The shop had been in the family since it opened. It had no proper name, but that didn't bother anyone. It was a convenient location, though no one could seem to agree precisely -where- it was actually located. The building was two stories, an apartment on the upper floor, the lower floor split between a curtained off breakroom and kitchen, and a wholesomel...
It had been a week since she'd been allowed to play with herself. Sir had expressed that it would please him greatly if instead of masturbating when she was excited as she usually did, she requested permission first. She'd been more than happy to agree to this, considering how much more she'd enjoy herself if Sir knew she was enjoying herself whilst thinking...
Rosie Grant was on her way to work, walking jauntily through the city centre, past the elegant portico of the imposing Jones' Brothers department store to the staff entrance at the side. Fortunate to be accepted on the their management training course acquiring the necessary retail experience had meant starting as a humble shop assistant and laboriously work...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale au...
(Chapter 18) "A Moment of Madness" (circa-1988) The six mile Metro journey to Newcastle was relaxing and uneventful. The train was packed with Monday morning commuters heading for their all too boring and familiar places of work. As usual everyone was wearing their trademark sour faces and no one offered a kind look or even a hint of a smile. Men reading...
Introduction Up to now, all my stories have been fact-based from my earlier life. This is my first attempt at pure imagination. All characters (or websites) are fictional, any similarity to real persons, living or not, are purely co-incidental. ***** Gerry was bored. Bored with his job, bored with his succession of girlfriends, even bored with his compute...