The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is thought of by many as a forbidden place. To the billion plus men and women around the planet Earth who call themselves Muslims, Saudi Arabia is the Heartland of Islam. To Western feminists, Saudi Arabia is a backwards land and a veritable prison for the female sex. To the African, Filipino and Indian workers who come to Saudi A...
[When I was growing up, there was a popular feature in Reader's Digest, then a huge-circulation U.S. magazine, that described different body organs in the manner I am employing here.] * When viewing an attractively-dressed woman, both women and men are likely to focus on her breasts and her bottom, as both are prominently displayed even under clothing. Bu...
PART TWO - CAMBRIDGE - 1 - "So..." Gabe said, unable to sit there in awkward silence any longer, "A transgender symbol, eh? What does that mean?" After almost an hour and a half of feeling uncomfortable in the back of the cab with the fearsome stare of the purple haired punk eyeing him up from across the seat, Gabe was feeling pretty nervous. He had accep...
Tuesday morning at about 9.30 was usually the time unless they changed it. When that happened I often got no warning; so they would turn up take me into a room and just take my pants down. I had to undergo this official inspection every week. Sometimes they would come and do a spot check which could be a bit embarrassing. I had just turned 21 and it was a c...
Good evening, dear people of the world. How are you doing? What brings you to my doorstep at this hour? Perhaps you wandered in by accident. Or mere curiosity. Well, whatever brought you here, since you might be here a while, why not sit down and spend some time with me. I have a story which I would very much like to share with you. My name is Stephen Michae...
Working next door as usual, next day, Jennifer invited me into her private parlor for a little chat. "I discussed your financial 'issues' with Mummy yesterday. You may be surprised to learn that she was impressed with your domestic service the other day. She was planning a ladies' tea-party this week, but unfortunately, her maid has been called away on fam...
Author's note: This is a romantic satire, y'know. Don't take it too seriously. All sexual activity involves modern humans of age 18+. Nobody is murdered, not even those happily fucked to death. Feedback is appreciated. ----- randy Randy ----- I am Randy. That is both my name and my condition. (Sort of like my cousin's sweet daughter Torchy, who is always...
If you were touring America these days and you wanted to contact your manager or, indeed, anyone back in the UK, all you need to do is switch on a laptop or tablet or smart phone and use Skype. And if not Skype exactly, you'd use Viber or exchange e-mails or instant messages. But in the early 1990s, the internet was very slow and ridiculously expensive and m...
Two Fridays ago, November 14, 1975, was a really fun day, the memories from which I'm sure will live in my heart and soul forever. At 5:15 pm in the lobby tavern of the swank William Penn Hotel in downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I discovered through the sports report on KDKA-TV that I, Travis Rook, from the Ivy League's University of Pennsylvania, was n...
Disclaimer: I don't agree with any of the faux-feminism in this story. There is also no incest in this story, despite it being about a mother and a son. All my stories are like that. Also, there is some forced bi, and some bleaker aspects of humiliation. It's all in good fun, however, even if it seems dark. I hope you find it as sexy and fun as I did writing...