Recently a new student named Saba joined our BSc class in Lahore college. She is competent, smart, pretty, has a great body, a vibrant personality, and a beautiful smile. We quickly became friends. Frequently Saba and I spoke as friends. Sometimes we flirted as we talked, sometimes she flirted with me outrageously. She usually dresses conservatively, but she...
Another chapter of the epic space opera Orbital Academy, thanks to the wonderful encouragement of all you guys! ************* Missy was surprised at how well she was holding up. During her first day at the Academy, on her first jog, she had collapsed in a heap after three minutes of steady running. Now here she was, on an uneven and dark jungle floor, and...
Of Lost Chances and Great Escapes There were a few generally accepted ways to handle a kidnapping; you could panic because you didn't know what was going on, you could kick and scream in some vain hope that a passerby felt inclined to help you, or you could fight back if you had the strength to do so. Sarah chose none of those. Instead, she went along. She...
NOTE: This chapter has not been blessed by an editor so if you are allergic to grammatical/spelling errors please do not read or grab your epi pen. :) I wrote this more than a year ago and just let it die. Recently I have been receiving emails requesting a new chapter on Gabriel....so here goes. Feedback is appreciated unless it's mean and then it makes me c...
This story began when Jake walked into a local pub on a Friday evening after a long week's work and happened to take a stool at the bar next to Suz. Suz attempted conversation with Jake, but he was rude and blew it. Michele, who was tending bar, nudged Jake to apologize and try talking with Suz. Jake did and one thing led to another and another led to Suz' g...
She paced the length of the living room restlessly...the sharp points of her high heels clicking against the wood floor. Her eyes flicked to the clock, realizing that it was almost time. He had said the car would arrive for her at eight and it was nearly that now. He had promised her an evening she would never forget. She took a deep breath and checked her a...
By the time I pulled my car into our driveway, most of the semen coating me from head to toe had dried to a flaking crusty shell. I stuck to the driver's seat as I climbed out on wobbly legs. The sun was just coming up and I hurried to get inside the house before any neighbors saw me like this. I started a pot of coffee, put the gallon jug of sperm in the f...
Author's Note: On the 1st of January 2013 a story I submitted to Lit. was approved. The title was "Mercy" and it was set in a world similar to Europe in the 1800s. It is by no means historical fiction, so don't look for references that point out any major royal family member or recognizable landscapes – you may or may not find them. As I wrote that short b...
The excellent food, wine and pot had worked their magic. The music provided a pleasant background as everyone was lounged in the large sofas feeling relaxed and very satiated as they sipped the after dinner Porto. Once again, Meg had confected a gourmets' delight and the two couples were in a playful mood, listening to the intimate jazz that was softly filli...
I awake with a start in the cold light of dawn. The chain, padlocked around my neck and wrists, serves to immediately remind me: I am her slave boy. The chain is narrow and black, just short enough to impede my range of motion. Using my hands is a struggle, a physical realization of my subservience. Apart from the chain I am completely naked. I slowly grind...