AUTHOR'S NOTE: First story I've written in a long time. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. I put this in the Sci-fi/fantasy category, because I think it fits best here. I realize that it could also fit into several others like non-consent/reluctance though. Enjoy ******* The year is 2129. Earth had been united under a single government. Overpopula...
As a harlot - a Rose Girl, by any other name - I never had the luxury of choosing who used me, but some who had used me once would often ask for me again. Lady Elizabeth was one, and I loved the time we spent together, but most I had little affection for. There were a few, however, that I was willing to continue serving as a Blue Belle. Lady Ana and Sir Eri...
Chapter 6 -- The Forgotten Memories I saw myself as a small girl, playing with my friend Mandy at the beach. It was like I was watching my life on a television screen or a movie. I suddenly remembered this event. I was five and it was my first trip to the beach. The scene changed and I was in elementary school, playing hopscotch with some other kids, when a...
I was walking down a bright white arc of corridor absent-mindedly fingering the scar on the back of my head. It had to have occurred since I arrived here, but my hair had been much longer and my memories of my past life were fuzzy. I was trying to recall whether it could have happened during that vaguely remembered period that I continued to think of as my r...
Dear Shoeblossom: I want to tell you about my male master, Emil. He is Austrian, and although I am, I think a heterosexual male, not really bisexual, or maybe a bit now... But Emil is a find! Just this morning I was being tutored in how to edge without cumming. When I got close, kneeling in front of Emil, he reached down and tweaked the mousetrap on my ri...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out alright. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websit...
Chapter 6. Fiona leaned forward on the sofa and pointed the remote at the television. The room went silent. Peter sat on the floor his hand on Fiona's knees looking up at her quietly. "That is quite enough of that rubbish" she remarked, handing the remote to her husband and uncrossing her legs. "I know it is hard darling, believe me I really do. But this...
        The Queen lay upon her majestic couch, her stunning jeweled and golden crown sitting upon her ass and her white-gold tiara inlaid with sapphires and emeralds upon her head. Her hair was a golden-red mane of fabulous, smooth and wavy hair. She was going to begin holding court for the day, and Harold the Herald came forward...
Author's note: This is first and foremost a Sci-Fi story. I had the pleasure recently to re-read a book from one of my favorite authors, Jack Vance. Inspired by the simple pleasure of tearing through an adventure story I thought I would write my own. I can't hope to match Vance, but I wanted to try a longer work. There will definitely be sex scenes. I ex...
Ray sighs, listening to his hero radio for any news on a villain attack. His eyes drift to his body, he is a small man, soft with no visible muscle. His power was the ability to control weather. Although he never wanted to be a hero, his parents had pressured him into it. "There are reports of a massive wasp attacking the bank." The radio screeches. Ray qui...