I am laying on a bed made of only wood and blankets. He is leaning over me, his hands wrapped around my long throat. I struggle, protest. There is no yielding in his hands. They are pressed against my airway and I struggle for air. I am in a professional touring company of Othello, by Shakespeare, playing Desdemona to my costar's Othello. I have spoken to t...
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, flipping through the bathing suits I had brought. Nothing looked good enough, not even the barely there golden brown bikini that I had brought at the last minute back home, but when it came down to it, the golden brown one was what I was going to wear. I laid the suit on my bed behind me; along with the short billo...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Octavia Blake whimpered in pleasure, partly because she still had her wife Clarke Griffin's tongue deep inside her ass, but also partly because her other wives had arrived. The joy of seeing them was momentarily replaced by embarrassment, her cheeks flushing as...
"It's so weird to be here when it's not Friday. It's like a different restaurant." Here happened to be a hole in the wall diner that many insisted was the best place around for waffles. That it was also the only place open at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday night did not presently leave room for argument. Shaiana glanced around, used to coming here after a night of dan...
"And God said: 'DELETE lines One to Aleph. LOAD. RUN,'" were the words Arthur C. Clarke used to begin his thirty-one word short story about the end of the Universe. Beyond my initial surprise that God was using voice recognition software instead of running a mouse over some heavenly mousepad, I had to be impressed as one of the most highly rated Science Fict...
Spoiler Alert: This story defines gentle femdom as 'female domination without the elements of pain, punishment, or humiliation.' It is recommended that the reader make sure this is what they are in the mood for before proceeding. The sound made by dozens of metal legged chairs sliding across a hardwood floor is a signature of academia. Sure it can be found...
Author's note: This quasi-historical fiction includes ambition, buggery and thuggery, scarification, and betrayal. All sex involves humans aged 18+. For readers' convenience, non-Anglish language speech and signals are presented in loose Anglish translation. ** THE GIRL It was unintentional. Quintilla had not set out to become a villainous queen. It just s...
Emilia walked into her apartment with a large box under her left arm. She placed it on the coffee table when her cellphone rang. It was her boyfriend. "Mather?" she said. "What are you up to?" he said. "Oh, nothing," she said as she opened the box. "I went shopping and found a neat store that sells antiques." "You didn't go spending a huge amount of mone...
"Sunni, the take away arrived." Lyla called through the bedroom door. "I'll be out in a second!" Snapped Sunni. "What is up with her lately," Lyla thought to herself, "She has been acting so fucking weird." She emptied the food from the containers onto plates and poured two glasses of wine. This girls catch up was long overdue, ever since the fuck up at t...
Celebs: Keira Knightley. Codes: MF, oral, violence. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. This story is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are idealized. Any celebrities in the story are impersonated- poorly. I the author have no actual connection to any...