Stag. Hen. Stag and Doe. Stag and Hen. Hag. All names for the Bachelor and/or Bachelorette Party. The famous last night of Freedom before the wedding. Filled with sins. Drinking, smoking, strippers and other erotic entertainments or perhaps more, and other sinful delights which one tries to get out of their systems before they wed their beloved. If things go...
When the church doors open and the first notes of the nuptial march begin, Evellyn, a beautiful and voluptuous twenty-one-year-old redhead, feels a lump in her throat and almost begins to cry, but she remembers that it can smudge the makeup. Furthermore, she will not appear well in the footage and photos, whose video and camera operators are a few meters ahe...
I got on the night tain, and carried my bag through the narrow corridor. Compartment 5… where was compartment 5? In the far side of the wagon. I managed to open the door, and pushed my bag into the tiny compartment. It had a bunk bed and a wash basin, and a coat-rack. That was it. I muttered a few well chosen words, and put the bag on my bed and opened it. I...
It's nice to be writing for lit again. I've had a few years away and decided to start with a new profile. It you're interested in my earlier writing I might drop in a few hints, further into this series which will make it more helpful to figure it out, but it's fun to have a little mystery :) I began this as a train of thought, and I ignored it for a long ti...
My name is Maya. Today is my friend Tanya's wedding. Trust me when I say you would have never seen a wedding like this anywhere in the world. Copulate Island is such a place that all men's whims and fancies come true. Sometimes I get the feeling that we have been magically transported to Gor. I am dressed as a bridesmaid and standing in the wedding chapel...
There was an old priest that had lived out his days following church tradition. He had never laid with a woman and never had impure thoughts until recently. His days were coming to an end when he would retire from his duties and live his life in solitude until he met a young couple that were ready to marry. He met with the couple one day and they all sat in...
My Name is Derek and my wife is Kristy. We have been married for eight years and are both in our early thirties. We had just opened a Party Store where we sell party supplies and put on parties for various groups of people. We have catered parties for local dignitaries, weddings, fundraisers and even the occasional bachelor or bachelorette parties. The busi...
My parents always had dreams of me being a doctor or a lawyer. I really didn't have the grades for any of those career options. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go to college. I really didn't know what the hell I wanted to do. I wanted to take my time and find something that interested me. I always liked to entertain people. I thought maybe I could be an enter...
I sit in a large ornate chair next to the California king bed at the center of a huge, richly furnished bedroom, the centerpiece of an elegant suite. My chair, or maybe some might see it as a throne, faces the suite's door to the private outer hallway, this is the only room on the top floor. I take another sip of the deep caramel colored liquid in My thick g...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...