"Another monotonous Tuesday at work" she thought as her hips slammed into the cash register. Colin wasn't as skilled as he boasted but, desperate for a quick fix, Erica allowed him to penetrate her from time to time, hoping for her earth-shattering orgasm. It had become a routine. Every Tuesday, Erica and Colin, her manager, would close up the grocers after...
My people have, for years, been exploited by the humans for our capacity for work. Our people live for centuries longer than that of our oppressors, yet our numbers remain slim, allowing them to hold the reigns. And in our time of strife, we have been stripped of our freedom, ability to express ourselves, our musics taken from us, capacity for creativity slo...
Introduction: Just like Dr. Herbert Benson's groundbreaking book "The Relaxation Response" made Transcendental Meditation more mainstream in the 1970s, we now in the new millennium do the same with the growing popularity of Tantra and concepts relating to sacred sexuality. Although to the dismay of many, Tantra, is not only about sex. Sex really plays a sm...
A warm and wet golden shower cascaded over the faces and boobs of Marion and Brenda. John was the first to squirt. Upon completion, it was Bill's turn to soak the women. Then the girls exhibited their wet body's by standing above the men, lying on the balcony in pools of piss. Marion's golden shower found the men's faces. Brenda concluded the evenings wate...
I will admit it. I am a bottom normally. My fantasy life is filled with images of me as innocent and naïve, a naughty little sex toy and an exploited porn star. I like the idea of being taken advantage of, forced to do that which I would not normally choose for myself. The taboo, the naughty, the dirty. My primary lover is a natural top. There is nothing I...
She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her should...
Karrie had broken Kent's heart. He had been her brothers friend from fifth grade through college. She had never considered him a romantic possibility until the night of her parents wedding anniversary party. They were both half drunk and hanging around outside while she had an "I only smoke when I drink" cigarette. Afterward she was caught completely off g...
I like strip clubs. I also like townie bars and downtrodden chili restaurants. I scour the dangerous corners of the south side looking for the Chicago's best ribs. I like meeting and talking to people who have a different perspective than I do -whether they be old timers sitting at a bar with a Pabst in their hand, an old black man in a soot and grease cover...
What was high school ever about? The teachers told us, the future. I never thought that would mean sitting alone in a bar after work. With my navy blue tie dangling from my neck, I listened as I slid the bottle of beer across the counter back and forth. I thought about how funny it was, how I rarely drank in high school. I'd have a sip of whatever, here an...
This was the scene Darcy Heffernan had been waiting for. It had been five years since she had moved to the States, and two years since she landed the gig on UBC's "Scarlet Beach." In her days at the National Institute of Dramatic Arts, Darcy imagined herself performing Shakespeare on Broadway one day, not appearing as the lead actress in UBC's third-highest...