Authors note: I have edited this chapter as I prepare to finish off the story. It was originally written a few years ago and my style of writing has changed a little since then. While the content won't have changed much the reading of it should be smoother. Enjoy! ~Ellie Cities of Power Ch. 1 The Great War had taken its toll on the lives of the generations...
I I worked with "Don", or should I put it I worked at the same company as he did. We didn't actually work together, just that from time to time our jobs merged. We both had an interest in photography, he professionally and me as an amateur. (primarily nudes of my soon to be wife, Susan) Every once in a while I would look him up and ask questions about ca...
I acquired something from the bookshelf that even nosy Karen, couldn't find - after years of trying exploring every nook and cranny of this house whenever she manages to get herself through that front door. She is like a vigilante working hard to expose the secrets Mona and I swept under the rug. But even her utmost desire to find our embarrassing truths cou...
As I slept, the events of the previous day swarmed messily around in my head. Over and over, I saw the end of my career in the sport of slaveboy wrestling, followed by my purchase by the fan sorority and, finally, my rescue by my former rival Simon Fishback and his owner. I still had trouble believing it was all real. I felt a soft, gentle hand caressing my...
Chapter 1: Lisa My girlfriend, Lisa, called me on the phone very early in the morning last summer and said that she had a surprise for me if I would drive her to her brother’s house. She also requested that I put on my "outfit" before picking her up. To give you a little background, Lisa and I are two people who found our sexual compatibility completely b...
Sunday, November 24th BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I awoke with a start. I pulled myself out of bed and made my way to my hotel room door. Rubbing my eyes as I undid the locks I opened the door to find out what all the pounding was about. "What are you doing? We are going to be late and then we will both be in trouble." The normally calm and reser...
Morning comes and I wonder what became of the night. Erin's alarm clock reads 8:24 and I've slept like a rock. I pad to the ensuite, try to be quiet, wonder at the woman who's naked on the bed, whose sole goal is to keep me from orgasm. It's a strange way to keep a man. I ponder that while I pee. But I am here, in her condo, in her bathroom, and I have no t...
The alarm was set to go off at 7am. Marci was already awake at 5:45 and was thinking about the weekend and the conversation she had with Brenda last evening. When Marci arrived at Brenda's house, Brenda met her at the door and was acting like a schoolgirl wanting to know how her date with the captain of the football team went and whether he kissed her goodni...
Synne had often wondered what it would be like to meet one of the charming (if simple) people from the last century. The only remnants of that old group were in hospices, hooked up to virtual reality where they could their final days however they chose. Seemed almost preferable to her, contemplating the dreary landscape of Heath Colony outside her window. T...
This story can be seen as a sequel to my recently published story, The Smoker. However, it can be read on its own if you have not, or do not want to, read the previous story. The Smoker received a mixed reaction. I am grateful for the encouragement I received, both online and off line, for the story The Smoker. In this story, Mary kicks the habit, and some o...