Alex opened the door to his apartment and stepped inside. He hadn't been in the best of moods today but as soon as he saw Bubbles waiting for him in her cage, wagging her tail, he brightened visibly. Alex let her out, unzipped her, and sent her outside. Then he started to set up his laptop on the living room table. Bubbles came back inside, full of energy...
A 1688 word short story about a game we played introducing one another to the wondrous joy of abject sexual submission. Lisa and Jamie were 19, Eva 20, George and Paul 21. *** We were born in turbulent times, and we grew up during the war that wasn't an "official" war in Vietnam, it dominated our childhood and the resulting economic downturn dominated our...
He stood wary. All around him were the curious stares and hateful glares of the Zecarin nobility under the rule of Her, The Majestic. They wore thin silks of purple, red, and white. Some of the males walked around shirtless and wore swords in their waist sashes. The heat in the room was formidable as ducts in the floor piped in hot air from natural thermal s...
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. "Fuck that! This was definitely the worst of times," Rob thought as he stepped from the shower. He was in the foulest of moods. It started bad and quickly traveled down a slippery slope to piss poor, to outright crotchety. "And with the fucking day starting out with great promise," Rob thought. "Damn t...
Bob finished his third set of behind the neck lifts when Olivia sauntered down the stairs. "All pumped up and nowhere to go?" she asked in that clipped New England contralto he found so damn sexy because of its very strangeness. "Male version of those 'robics what keeps your derriere tight, your sweet belly slim, an' gives you them horse ridin' thighs."...
Chapter 4 -- Home Alone With Sofia Author's note: All characters are 18 years of age and above. It was a little past ten on a Friday night, and Jin was downstairs playing on his X-Box. It was one of those rare, and almost special, occasions when he had the house to himself—at least for the most part. His parents were at a party and weren't coming back unt...
WHEN KAT GOT HOME, she locked the bolt and, without turning on a single light, headed straight for her bedroom. She slowly stripped out of her navy jersey dress, hanging it carefully in the closet. Then she set about searching for her favorite nightgown; as she knelt beside the bed and ran her hand underneath in pursuit, all her control crumbled. "Shit!" sh...
“DAMMIT!” Jill cursed. “What now?” asked Dawn from the passenger’s seat. “It just said ‘Stay below 45 mph to reach destination!’” she groaned, and slowed the cruise control yet again. “I thought it said if we stayed below 55 we’d have enough power to get there!” Britney complained from behind her in the second row. “Yeah, well the cold weather is murder on t...
As the world loads in you rise up, drawing up your power... before unceremoniously flopping onto the ground. What's the point? The heroes would just waltz through and kill you 20 minutes from now. You didn't even get the satisfaction of killing them over and over again like the bosses did. You were just a creep put here so the heroes could farm XP. The more...
WICKED GAME: DR. NOONE (FINAL) ***** FINAL TRANSCRIPTS OF WICKED GAME, INAUGURAL SESSION Dr. Nathan W. Noone, Ph.D. PARTICIPANT ONE: SHANE KINGSLEY Shane Woodrow Kingsley, age 22, quarterback. Mr. Shane Kingsley came to us presenting classic symptoms of being depressed. He was twelve years old when he came to our office. He was a young man, quiet and...