Dear Diary, Not even two weeks after I finally graduate from high school and I got a letter, it's from the Bureau of Human Resources; I have been drafted into becoming a "governmentally employed milk distributor". Whatever that means. I know that America hasn't used cows for dairy products in, like, twenty years but I've never even been to a farm. This soun...
Wake to the alarm and go to roll over but am caught by Fred. Look around and find am quite close to the edge so would have fallen to the floor again. He is chuckling since I am calling him things because he moved us so close to the edge of the bed. Alarm off we are into the shower and work on getting clean. Squeak when I am grabbed up and Fred pulls me up...
The Prologue There are swingers clubs all around the world. Some you may have heard about and others are so private that you have to be sponsored by one of the group members. A few of these clubs are extremely private as far as the activities that go on behind their closed doors. I've personally attended a few of these private clubs myself. I can't give you...
Susan yawned as she walked down the automated production line. Night shift was boring and she was worn out. As head of maintenance she was responsible for finding any faults and ensuring that they were fixed as quickly as possible. Downtime was money was what she was always being told. The factory was an automated plant which produced a wide range of pick an...
*Author's Note: Thanks for all the positive feedback on the latest installment. For those of you just joining the Botany series, try reading For the Love of Botany, and For the Love of Botany: Revolutions prior to Futures. They are essentially the prequels and may help fill in some of the stranger details existing in this fantastic world. * The next mornin...
Part 4 - Mickey's Novel Takes Shape Chapter 13 - Life Has to be More Organized The early sun was bright in the guesthouse bedroom when I opened my eyes. Margo was wiggling. There were stealthy noises on the porch. I put my hand protectively over a rosy tipped breast. "Look at that. Pretty darn sweet. Wake up, lovers, it is Sunday morning and there is goi...
Dear LIT Readers, however many you are, I decided to try my hand at a longer story with an ongoing line of events. Since I’m an artist living in a small New England town with many remnants of its failed industrial heritage in evidence, it seemed like an apt setting for a longer story. The invention of “The Art Factory”, a large industrial complex converted...
Part 1: Donor Selection Chapter 1: Lifestyles Change The year is 2060. Tia and Tim Sloan were drinking a cup of coffee after being sedated from a night of pure sexual pleasure. It could hardly get any better as they tried to re-energize their totally spent bodies. Yet, something was missing. Tim and Tia had been married for six years and her biological c...
In the year 3000A.D. the lunar colonies were completed and the chosen men and women were preparing to be the first to populate this new colony. They were sent in two by two; the top man and woman from each profession that were deemed healthy and of acceptable breeding age. Thus, the colony was known as 'The Arc'. They set up home and began compiling all thei...
Every girl knew when it was time for a breeding. The familiar buzz of the table would start, humming directly in contact with your clit and the warmth would spread like a wildfire until you were dripping onto the leather. The bench began to whir and instinctively you pressed yourself against the vibrations and start to grind your stiffening button across the...