The noisy festivities that had continued through the day were well over when Glade eventually returned to her tepee. The village was now silent apart from the muffled snores of the Reindeer Herders asleep in the chill open air and the occasional howl or bark from distant nocturnal beasts. Ivory stirred as Glade rustled about. Her bleary eyes fixed on her lov...
Readers might want to check the previous chapters, but here's what's happening: Jerkboy remembers details of his femdom weekend and then barbers his mother-in-law's hairy pussy, which results in something that explains how he came home so wrecked in the previous chapter. **** Sunlight was leaking through the edges of the blinds in Mrs. Landtree's bedroom....
Chorea sat at her desk, head in her hands, staring intensely at the scroll in front of her, studying it despairingly. As owner of "Chorea's Exotic Dance Troupe" she was a successful business woman and had many gigs already booked on her calendar, as well as the prestige and cash flow that came from being the sole provider of dancing girls to the Palace. Ther...
The end times began like any other day. The story on the news was brief and certainly not the lead story that day. A remote tribe in the Amazon rain forest was being decimated by a virus that health officials in Brazil were scrambling to contain. Over the course of the following days, the story gradually became the lead story. Each day, exponentially worse....
My name is Miriam and I live in the heartland of her. We are a society ruled by women. When I was little I was taught that men were animals. Men have no economic or political power in our society. Only women can participate in our assemblies or hold office. Men are mainly breeding animals, much as cattle. We do breed with men. However, love, between men and...
When Chief Cave Lion and his party reached the top of the ridge above the Mountain Valley after their first ascent, they could now look across a wide vista of valleys and hills peppered with bushes and thickets. There were patches of snow that had fallen earlier in the season but hadn't properly settled. Horse and antelope galloped over the coarse-leafed sav...
One hundred and fifty years ago Jackal lived at 328 Limpopo -- that's three hundred and twenty eight miles upstream of the Mozambique port town of Xai-xai on the mighty Limpopo River. He was a virtual outcast in his community because of the belief he was unable to raise an erection, which made him impotent as a spear-thrower. He was supposedly shunned by the...
As Flora and I entered her "village", it grew larger in appearance, the depth of its interior making it clear that the lack of tall buildings hid the true extent and size of this thriving community of river dwellers. I saw tribesmen, their wives, and children everywhere, with the women unabashedly engaged in breastfeeding and other important pursuits. Modest...
Setting: Prehistoric Lands, with all characters being clothed in typical caveman attire (animal-skin loincloths/tunics, no shoes, no shirts for the men, bone carved accessories) P.S. All dialogs are translated from an Unknown Ancient Language. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories about men in the...
* * * * * * * * * * Author's note: I wrote this story as a birthday present for cuddlydbear. Happy (early) Birthday, Dee. * * * * * * * * * * Thrusting Butte, rising rampant over the surrounding flat plain, was black against the twilight sky. The seven young men had finished setting up their camp and stood at the mountain's base, contemplating the precar...