As the day of the slave auction got closer, wealthy women came to the Vineyard to examine us and determine if they wanted to buy us. We were felt up, fingered, examined, pinched, and probed. Our physical attributes were discussed openly as if we weren't even there. Cara and I and ten other girls were herded into a room each day to be examined by prospective...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Anal sex and group sex are major themes throughout this series, so you might want to consider reading something else if you're not into that sort of stuff. Think of this as a silly, smutty parody of a few fantasy cliches. Don't expect epic tones or anything even vaguely res...
This story doesn't start with a pop and a bang. It is the way I remember things right after Viet Nam. It is pure fiction. If you are looking for wham, bam thank you ma'am and 50 screws in the first two paragraphs, you may as well skip this. It is my longest work so far. Enjoy! * May, 1968 The F-4 Phantom II fighter plane thundered down the final approach...
Holding my shoes and small clutch bag, I was virtually frogmarched towards the hotel lifts by Ted and Colin, with the others trailing behind. We entered the lift along with a respectable looking elderly couple who looked at me with disdain as I was wedged tightly between the two men. I followed their astonished stares downwards and saw that the arms of my tw...
Two weeks after my eighteenth birthday my Dad gave me a package of camouflage clothes. He told me I had to go with him to Serbia for a few weeks. I should explain my Dad is the top dog in his platoon. Also I should say that because my mom and dad divorced the year before and the last time he had left me on my own I had thrown a party he didn't trust me. I w...
The alarm went off at 7 am. I know it doesn't sound that early but considering that these were the days when I could sleep in, it was uncharacteristically early for me. The light clicked on in the bathroom. How odd it was to have my own en suite. I washed off the grogginess from my eyes and put on make-up. Nothing too fancy but presentable enough in case t...
A story requested by a member with a theme involving a disabled veteran. The town names and sex scenes are fictional, the storyline for the most part is not. I do hope this story is what the requester had in mind. As always, your comments and ratings are greatly appreciated. ***** You grow up, you marry what you believe to be your true love, ensconce your...
"Dammit, See! I had the door shut for a reason..." The naked blonde giggled and shut the door behind her. "What? I've seen your dick before." "Yeah, but this is, like, BATHROOM naked." I finished, shook, flushed, washed my hands, and headed for the door. "All yours." "Actually, I wanted to talk." Sienna fidgeted, twisting her hands in front of her. "At z...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the eighth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can sta...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the eighth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief -- you could call him a pimp in other circumstances -- of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can s...