I got on the night tain, and carried my bag through the narrow corridor. Compartment 5… where was compartment 5? In the far side of the wagon. I managed to open the door, and pushed my bag into the tiny compartment. It had a bunk bed and a wash basin, and a coat-rack. That was it. I muttered a few well chosen words, and put the bag on my bed and opened it. I...
It's nice to be writing for lit again. I've had a few years away and decided to start with a new profile. It you're interested in my earlier writing I might drop in a few hints, further into this series which will make it more helpful to figure it out, but it's fun to have a little mystery :) I began this as a train of thought, and I ignored it for a long ti...
My name is Maya. Today is my friend Tanya's wedding. Trust me when I say you would have never seen a wedding like this anywhere in the world. Copulate Island is such a place that all men's whims and fancies come true. Sometimes I get the feeling that we have been magically transported to Gor. I am dressed as a bridesmaid and standing in the wedding chapel...
There was an old priest that had lived out his days following church tradition. He had never laid with a woman and never had impure thoughts until recently. His days were coming to an end when he would retire from his duties and live his life in solitude until he met a young couple that were ready to marry. He met with the couple one day and they all sat in...
Avery lay on his back. Jolene was dozing on her side next to him. Her head rested in the space between the ball of his shoulder and pectoral muscle, a kind of pillow, improvised years before. He searched under the covers, and found his discarded pajama bottoms. He draped them over his bare groin, lest the final, tardy drops of fluid leak onto the top sheet....
My Name is Derek and my wife is Kristy. We have been married for eight years and are both in our early thirties. We had just opened a Party Store where we sell party supplies and put on parties for various groups of people. We have catered parties for local dignitaries, weddings, fundraisers and even the occasional bachelor or bachelorette parties. The busi...
My parents always had dreams of me being a doctor or a lawyer. I really didn't have the grades for any of those career options. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go to college. I really didn't know what the hell I wanted to do. I wanted to take my time and find something that interested me. I always liked to entertain people. I thought maybe I could be an enter...
TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE ---------- Laying in bed, Todd heard someone rustling from the other side of the room. Not moving himself, he whispered out the side of his mouth. "Candy, do you hear something?" Chris woke up and said, "What?" "Shh. I think there's someone in our room." Both Chris and Todd slowly rose up and saw a figure st...
I sit in a large ornate chair next to the California king bed at the center of a huge, richly furnished bedroom, the centerpiece of an elegant suite. My chair, or maybe some might see it as a throne, faces the suite's door to the private outer hallway, this is the only room on the top floor. I take another sip of the deep caramel colored liquid in My thick g...
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...