Arthur could not believe the experience he'd enjoyed with Caitlin. Right after their tryst in his apartment, Caitlin had explained that she had a trip planned for the coming week, but that she would think about him. Specifically, she told him: "Can I take a picture of your cock to keep me company while I am away?" This was very new to Arthur, but he gave hi...
This story is a work of fiction. It is set in an alternate setting, where laws have been created that allow for the "free use" of females by the males of a society. All characters, places and events are purely fictional. ***** I take one last peek at my laptop screen, to ensure that I have the right slide projecting on the screen in front of class, before...
Stephen Rourke paced with anticipation as he waiting in the long hall outside of the dressing rooms. The walls of the old theater were lined with photographs of actors and actresses who had once walked the stage beyond, but they held no interest for the 19 year old. His only thoughts were of the woman whose name was written in gold on the decades old wood....
Fiona's e-mailed instructions had me burning with curiosity, and I arrived right on time at the specified address still without any clue about what awaited me. It was some kind of commercial scientific institute on the outskirts of Cambridge, but clearly affiliated with the university. A large building of concrete, steel and tinted glass, security cameras wa...
Where do we go from here? * End of part 3: Ang gave me a look that told she wasn't ready to tell me about her income. I hoped it wasn't something illegal. "When we get home, and can sit down with a beer, I'll explain a lot of stuff to you. And, don't think it is anything illegal or immoral," she paused for effect, "or fattening - unless I stop swallowing...
We have a good life, Gillian and I. We have a nice, large, detached house in the outskirts of the city where it's quiet and the air is clear. We get time and have the money to engage in a variety of interests. And Gillian is still, at thirty-three, drop-dead gorgeous. I often think that, whatever other successes I've had in life, marrying Gillian eclipses th...
Author's Note: This story is the result of a challenge I set forth in the Author's Hangout, The Kickstart Challenge. The premise being that we, as writers, always seem to have a few stories sitting around that have stagnated. We get an idea and take off pounding out words on it for a few hours and then find we're stuck. The muse takes a vacation and we just...
I opened my eyes and looked over at the clock. 9 AM. I stretched, tangled in the sheets and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. Two messages and a missed call, all from Hannah. Apparently I ignored her all night and she was pissed. I replied with some lie about going to bed early and my phone being on silent. I closed my eyes and thought about just going...
The door was the first thing he tried. Cushioned and gold rimmed with no knob, it held firm as an iron gate to all attempts to open. There were no windows in the room, just the opulence of unrecognisable paintings and velvet patterned wallpaper. A door-less arch led to a small bathroom, white and pristine. A bed, too wide for him alone. The scent in the ai...
"Ok.... if I win this game - then you have to be my slave tonight," Todd smiled as he looked directly at Emily, his girlfriend of two years, both of them sitting around the chess board. "And if I win?" Emily responded, "you will be mine." "Considering you have never won, I don't see that as likely. But, you never know babe." This was not the first time t...