Author's note: This story is part of a loosely connected series of stories inspired by Slyc_Willie in a thread on Lit's Authors Hangout. Read Slyc's TMA stories for a background on the Temporal Management Agency. *** "It seems to me, that as employees of the Temporal Management Agency, we ought to be able to make this slow week go faster," sighed Susan. Su...
Where is that no good worthless son-of-a-bitch? It’s after six o-clock; I’m horny as hell and he is out somewhere, screwing around. If he comes home smelling like booze I’ll knock a knot on his head. Come to think of it, if he smells like perfume or pussy I’ll do a hell of lot worse, maybe I’ll castrate him. No, I wouldn’t do that; it would be like cutting o...
This is Betty's answer to Victoria's letter from a story entitled "My Dearest Betty" To Victoria the slut, I will have to say I was surprised but not shocked when I read your letter. The first thing I had my husband do was pull down his pants to verify your handy work and I must say I think he looks cute all locked up and no place to go. I did notice th...
Lies are constantly perpetuated by organizations and believed by enough voting citizens to create illogical laws that cripple and disable our society. Because the United States is a pure capitalist society, most of the ongoing problems American citizens face can be directly or indirectly attributed to private and public organizations' desire to increase inco...
Authors Note: This story continues the adventures of eighteen year old Marcia (nee Marcus) Cicero. The tale opens a week after the events related in "Carol's Gifts". Marcia has shown visible signs of blossoming in the wake of Mistress Carol's injection of powerful hormones and is anticipating returning to her school for the first time as a girl. To answer an...
Sindy was close to coming as she pulled the slipknot tight around the whimpering and servile Blake's neck. 'There is nothing more I would like than to pull that lever and see you dance on the rope for me. You shall not be allowed the pleasure of being snuffed for our enjoyment just yet, but rest assured the day will come when Amanda has tired of you and I w...
"I thought that my wife Helene and I had a better marriage than many other couples we knew. No cheating, no arguing, which were common among several others in our neighborhood in one of the best areas just outside a Scandinavian county capital. We were in our mid thirties and had two kids. Helene worked 80 % of a full time at an insurance company but had go...
This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
[This story contains pretty graphic scenes of rape and violence. A semi-turn in style for my stories, especially because of the short length. But if your reading this right now, your favorite trouble maker is still around] Tara tiredly made her way up the stairs to her hotel room. She had listened James ramble on about Estella Warren for long enough. After...
Author's note: I'm trying to write a story for each of the majority of classifications on Lit. This was a humorous (I hope) idea for a Toys & Masturbation story... please let me know how I'm doing by comments and voting, especially voting. Thanks... The life of an inventor can be challenging. Trying to stay ahead of the technology curve, especially if y...