This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch5, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or major semantic problem) is no more...
I don't believe that there's a man reading this who has been symbolically castrated as thoroughly as I. What began as virtually a sexless marriage for my wife and I, has remained a sexless marriage, but changed drastically in nature. In effect, my wife took a passive withholding of sex and turned it into an active withholding with female domination as the we...
"Hi my name is Roger and I want to tell you about my sexual life." "First of all let me describe myself. I am 47 years of age. I am 6ft tall with blue eyes and I am told I have broad shoulders and a taut butt. I live alone now although I have been married and have two grown up children. I used to work in the field of medicine but now I am retired on medical...
When her stepmother entered through the cottage door bearing the news, Cinderella was sitting exactly where she always did. And that was in front of the blazing log fire, the ash and cinders dappling her deathly pale skin; naked as always, as clothes were a vanity wasted on one who never ventured beyond the kitchen hearth, the stack of logs and the coal scut...
It was a rainy miserable night and I was driving home after working five hours of overtime. That had made it a 50-hour workweek and it was only Thursday. The only thing good about driving home at 10 o'clock at night was that the back roads that I took to and from work were deserted. I was just starting to anticipate the nice hot shower and nice hot wife awai...
I go to the restaurant where we had agreed to meet, enter and find a seat in the bar as I had been instructed. Nervously I look around not seeing any single woman. I worry that she's lost interest in me and has abandoned our plans. I sit nursing a vodka tonic hoping she will show up. I feel a light tap on my shoulder and turn to see a waitress standing besi...
I must apologise, gentle reader. This is the last chapter. I had never realised how hard this would be. Thank you for your support and I hope this is a fitting end. * Sunday night, Anne had driven Nicole home. The journey had been over too soon. They had talked, filling the emptiness of the journey. When they had pulled up outside Nicole's house, it had be...
Author's note: This story was inspired by earlier Summer Lovin' contests, and was largely completed before the plague upended the world. I hope you'll enjoy escaping things as they are for a time when everything was a lot more normal. When I started this I didn't have a checklist in mind, but for some added fun see how many of these I worked into the story:...
Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some o...
As I pulled into the driveway, I saw that your car was in the garage and the lights were on in the office. I carried the grocery bags into the house calling your name. Your reply was short and curt, "Lynn, come here. Now!" I wondered what was wrong, why you sounded so angry and impatient. I put the bags down on the kitchen counter and headed towards the offi...