The lotion had already been absorbed into the angry stripes still covering his skin, but her hand continued its caress. She wasn't done touching him. She wasn't done feeling the heat of his body in the palm of her hand, or watching the steady rise and fall of his back. She brought her head down, resting her cheek against his spine as she had done the first...
"I am afraid I do not quite follow. I know that navigators are queerly helpful aboard ships - they cannot seem to sail without them. Further, I know that the navigator families own quite a deal of wealth. Navis Nobiline, the saying goes, never a day without a golden throne for the pocket and for the loo. But, well, I don't see the connection between them and...
The following is a stand-alone sequel to "The Bodacious Blonde Milf". I wrote that story a decade ago, enjoyed those characters, and wanted to continue their interaction. It took me years to bring this story to fruition. This story is readable on its own merits. You don't have to read "The Bodacious Blonde Milf" to enjoy this submission. Neither of these con...
Author's note: "inspired by" and "based on" are applied to fiction. This is Fiction, meant to be read with a willing suspension of disbelief. Comments and votes are the way I know if I am pleasing you, the reader. Thanks.. ~*~*~*~*~ So it's zero-two-hundred (I know... 2am, okay?), my laundry is running in the hotel machines conveniently located near the...
A little insight to who I am and why I am like I am. * I used to work in the Sex Industry. No, not that part of it... Not yet at least. ;) I was paid to sit on the end of a phone and talk to people. I was a Chat Line Operator. Paid by the hour, to sit and talk. I didn't set out to be a "Paid Sex Worker", I was young, I had rent to cover and it started...
Zankoku first became aware of the new sensations as he began to wake. He was pleasantly warm and the gnawing hunger was at bay for the moment, not to mention the bed was actually comfortable, making him wonder if he'd been moved. He stretched slowly, feeling the protest of long unused muscles, but it was a good thing. His eyes opened, and he blinked, a start...
I was alone for the first time in nearly as long as memory would stretch. My new friends, or handlers, or tormentors, one might more aptly call them, were loading the truck with things to take to the party. I was of no use in that regard: my hands were useless, handcuffed behind my back, just as they'd been since just after I set foot on this crazy island....
More than one level of the TIL arcology was filled with gardens. Light came through sunroofs, the slanting windows, or was piped in via fiber-optic line to the hydroponic tanks in deeper areas. "The Tachyon building is a self-sufficient work environment. We can operate independent of outside support if necessary. We can grow our own food and generate our ow...
Sophie and I have a great life. We compliment each other in every way, and are the envy of our circle of friends, who can't believe that two so dissimilar personalities can co-exist in a harmonious relationship such as ours. Sophie is an artist of some note, having had works accepted into the Archibald (The most prestigious portrait prize in Australian art)...
As soon as they got back to the flat that evening Samantha made Jessica strip off again to her underwear. With the chastity belt in place there was no need for panties anymore, and Jessica was soon walking around the flat in just a bra, stockings and suspenders following orders from Samantha who was sat on the leather sofa. "Can you cook slave?" Samantha as...