Victoria was spirit. She could move virtually instantaneously, pass through any obstacles, and speak into the minds of people. For too long, she had seen men take advantage of women. She had seen men fantasizing about what women looked like naked. She had seen men secretly spying on women to see what lay under their clothes. She had seen men seduce and take...
1 The ocean waves glistened beneath the evening sun, as a Mariposan motorgalleon ploughed onward into the horizon. On the ship's deck, a young woman was bent forwards, with both her hands clasped on to the moss-green bow rail. She was completely naked, but for a silver charm bracelet on each of her wrists. Her face, which was half-covered by her long sun-bl...
She sat quietly behind the circulation desk, gently tapping her terminal screen with a pencil. She seemed almost the stereotype, with wire-frame glasses, fair skin and red hair cut in a pageboy. Her blouse was gray, with puffed out sleeves and collar so high that you cold see almost none of her neck. Her long, plaid skirt was woolen, though it hugged her hip...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
Some time ago I got a divorce from a particularly spiteful and malicious witch. Like most everyone, I went through a great amount of pain and suffering at the time. Eleven years after that one-sided contest though, I have significantly changed my attitude toward the hallowed institution of divorce. I now feel going through the "big D" prepared me for a measu...
For college students, the mid-seventies proved to be a confusing and difficult time as suddenly, after watching the flower children and student activists so successfully protest the war in Viet Nam and seemingly change the world, when the time came to grab the torch and continue the revolution there suddenly was no real issue to gather and protest. America's...
"The mass of the rich and the poor are differentiated by their incomes and nothing else, and the average millionaire is only the average dishwasher dressed in a new suit." ― Down and Out in Paris and London Beneath the monumental tires of the gigantic limo, the husky, brown scorpion ― sunning itself adjacent The Palms Hotel ― popped like kerneled corn on a...
"I'm gonna cum soon!" Brian groaned, quickening the pace. "Thank God," thought Mackenzie. She torqued her neck a bit to peer up at his face; "What is that expression?" she thought. "Does he think that's erotic? Wincing? 'Ah, yes, baby, I love staring into those sexy, moonbeam eyes -- those sexy, squinting, pained eyes on that contorted grimace you call a fa...
You kneel before the leader of the KARWA group, Fajula, a large black man with long dreads and an incredibly well toned body. He sits upon a throne like a lion on a hill, watching over his domain. Your knees hurt. You have been kneeling on the stone steps for so long. You wear a green satin out fit, one that drapes around your neck, down your body just enou...
This is part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the rest, I highly recommend you go back and read the rest of the series. We'll still be here when you get back:) Alternate title: long live the fucking king Short chapter this week, just needed to collect the kids and get them on the road. A bit more lore, a bit more world build...