Hi, smutaholics. This another one of my sci-fi humour stories with a smattering of lightweight sex, another semi-tribute to my literary idol, The late Bob Sheckley. The plot is very, very loosely based on Philip K Dick's "Eye in the Sky". Enjoy! ***** 1. In Which We Meet the Team and Ken Gets the Shaft Joe was the first one into the conference room for...
"Thanks for the wonder full time we had together last night Army Bear, it was awesome! I hope, we keep in touch as we both agreed," I sent my toy boy an email the day after our Valentines date. I was still thinking about of our hot night/morning together, I couldn't keep him out of my mind during that week. Saturday afternoon my cell phone rang, I looked to...
It's been a long day and I should feel tired but I don't. Not at all. In fact, I've been anticipating seeing Her all day and the thoughts running through my mind seem to energize me. Thoughts of Her, thoughts of Her beautiful face looking upon me, Her gorgeous body standing over me, Her sweet voice as She says my name. God I love it when She says my name!...
Early morning, a weekday, and the café was quiet and nearly deserted. No one was in hurry to get anywhere. After all, why race to the certainty of your death. Nonetheless, in a matter minutes the near solitude would subside in favor of the usual gluttonous consumption. It's what the oligarchs of the 1% want, and especially to ensure the status quo. By means...
Early morning, a weekday, and the café was quiet and nearly deserted. No one was in hurry to get anywhere. After all, why race to the certainty of your death. Nonetheless, in a matter minutes the near solitude would subside in favor of the usual gluttonous consumption. It's what the oligarchs of the 1% want, and especially to ensure the status quo. By means...
**A quick note. The chapters of this story can fall into multiple categories, group sex, reluctance/nonconsent and transgender/crossdresser. If any of these are not your taste than this story may not be for you.** *** I woke from my early morning nap to the smell of Lela cooking in the kitchen. I rolled over and decided to sleep a few more minutes before g...
It seems like I meet all of my play toys through some variation of the same: the old, a friend of a friend, of a friend, who knows somebody, who has a friend, who might know somebody. At least it seems that roundabout. Then again I don't look online, although I do have a few web pages. I'm only 18, but I do have a few "toys" in my "toy box." Plus I have Soph...
I don't know how long I knelt in that position, however I was correct in my assumption that it was a difficult position to hold. Long before Gretchen gave me permission to get up, my inner thigh muscles started to get sore from being held so wide open for so long. Also my neck and shoulders were getting stiff from holding my head up and elbows back for so lo...
Myrynda Torviir sat in her chamber, rocking back and forth and praying fervently. She was naked, clad only in sweat that caused her pristine white hair to cling to her long, shapely back. Tears streamed down her neck and she clutched an old, tarnished emblem in her hands so tightly that her palms had long since begun to bleed. The pounding at her door sounde...
This is the final chapter of A Taste of Slavery, sort of. I'm sure the characters will appear elsewhere at some time, as long as I keep writing BDSM. There is a bit of explanation at the end which I think is enlightening, talking about my writing process somewhat. I think you'll enjoy it. This chapter contains, oral, anal, lesbian, interracial and group sex....