Note: This story is intended to stimulate both the body and the mind about our gender roles and the objectification of women. Positive comments and constructive criticism are appreciated. Thank you for reading! * "Ohhh yea that's it bitch, suck it...Look up at me, yeaahh that's hot...Ooo I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Ohh your such a s...
Nonplussed. Taken aback. Disconcerted. Startled. Befuddled. Flummoxed. Choose one (or more!) from column A to describe Samuel's reaction, his state of mind. Such a thing had never happened to him before, never, nowhere, nohow. Sure, he was now 66 (going on about 43 he told himself). And sure, the bus was full – but to have someone offer him their...
Chapter Four "We are short one slave and you will be working the feast tonight for the king's sister," Agetha hissed, her glittering blue eyes pointing towards the sky. Devyn shot her eyebrows up and jumped a little at her voice. The shrillness of the old hag's tone had snuck up on her whilst she was polishing an old brass knob. So much so, Dev ended up dr...
Amber was waiting just outside the senator's office. This was her first break into politics after organizing a couple of women's marches in her small town. Hoping to make a good impression she decided to keep her outfit simple with black dress slacks, plain white cotton panties, a soft light blue blouse with pink undershirt and white bra with black dress fla...
It's sometimes said of strip poker that it's a game that's regularly fantasised about, but very rarely played for real. And perhaps I haven't been going to the right parties, but it seems likely to me that there's more than a grain of truth in that -- while games designed as a thin excuse to see your friends in a state of undress (or to snog or grope them) a...
Don Bobore Tramatza is a Catholic priest who's been sent to a remote town in Sardinia to inspect Don Zuseppe Mendula's parish, as the latter feels guilty of squandering the religious capital of the town. Don Bobore questions Don Zuseppe: "Zuseppe, I don't understand what are you complaining about. The last vendetta was carried out forty years ago, well befo...
Meet the Vampiric Prince Vellen... An admirable young man born to privilege, sharp of mind and grace Vellen's earliest records of existence were discovered to be from the time of crusades sharing space with many Kindred royalty of Old; Vlad being one of these if we were to name names. The exact years were strangely vague as staggered the stories of this Pri...
It was Halloween Eve, Devil's Night, and my loving younger wife was finishing my makeup. She had decided we should go as Bride and Groom with the gender roles reversed. I wasn't real thrilled with the idea, even less so as my wife finished with my lips then said, "Time to get dressed." "It's bad luck for the Groom to see the Bride before the wedding," I rem...
It was a dark and stormy evening. Jennifer watched the drops of water hit the window in an apparently random array. She blew a puff of warm air against the glass and attempted to draw shapes, constellations, letters, anything between the drops but nothing appeared. Jennifer wiped the glass clean with her folded napkin, inhaled deeply, and settled into the ce...
(this is just a try, if you'd like to hear more chapters please leave a comment, I appreciate the support.) * I stared out the churning waves of the sea, smiling. This was my dream, this was destiny. My childhood dream of running away from home to become a pirate on the high seas, was probably just as simple as a kid in Africa dreaming of a winter wonderla...