Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
Sigrid Grieg was a whirlwind, a true force of nature. She arranged for a hearing with Coast Guard officials and the matter was settled in a couple of hours. Still, the whole affair left Taggart with a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach. Even so, the entire incident was, oddly enough, hardly the most hard-to-swallow event of his week in Egersund. No, that...
"You are loco!" he practically shrieked at her proposal. "Why, because I'm honest? Because I'm willing to admit I'm a sexual creature too?" "No," he hissed. "Because you just told me that you want to watch me fuck my COUSIN and two of my best friends, who happen to be brothers! This sadistic sexual fantasy of yours involves a hell of a lot of incest. A lit...
In an attempt to lessen tensions and create closer ties between their races in the aftermath of the First Contact War, the Systems Alliance and Asari Republics initiated a personnel exchange program whose aim was to learn about and understand the other. ~ The asari anthropologist made her way aboard the patrol frigate SSV Baltic wide eyed, looking less l...
This is a story of pure fiction. This story is copyrighted and all rights reserved by the author. I hope you enjoy, and please vote. Karen glanced at her GPS unit. About 40 miles to go, until she reached her mentor's beach house. She should arrive by sunset. Her mind had been going crazy with wild thoughts for the past 72 hours leading up to this weekend....
Chapter 13 - Suzanne's Studio By the middle of October Jason and his friends were fully adjusted to the routine of the university. They already had passed their first midterm in Burnside's freshman class, all of them with high "B's". They had a clear understanding of the material presented in class to date and seemed well-positioned to pass the class on the...
Athena Collier blew out a sigh and started gathering her things to head home. Her day was finally ending. She was a 35 year old accountant for a tax firm in Rosslyn Virginia. Her day had been very long. It was full of meetings with clients and partners and Athena was glad it was over. It was tax season and the busiest time of year. Athena hated this time of...
My stomach woke me with a growl. Those drinks at the tiki bar had been tasty but not exactly filling. What time was it? I fumbled about on the end table for my phone, the room's blackout curtains proving a little too effective. 4:20 PM, smoke them if you got them. Well I didn't "got" them and it never really did much for me anyway, but I could certainly iden...
Chapter 1. Illianya, The ride ****** Illianya Tetsin {Elle-on-ya Tet-sin}. 5'2''. 20 years old. Her shoulder-length hair is pulled back in a low ponytail. It is dyed a vibrant neon cobalt-blue that fades into jet-black tips. Her piercing sky-blue eyes stare out with child-like wonder, the mega-complexes of UGC still so new and amazing to her; as a daug...
Harmony looked spectacular and quite naked under the gossamer gown. The word sublime came to mind. Her hair, the color of champagne, dispersed in loose waves down toward her shoulders and as the early afternoon sunlight entered the room, it homed in on Harmony's head, disembarked across her tresses as sparkling streaks of light; her oval face was as radiant...