We left the car by the side of the country road and headed off towards the forest by the familiar path beaten into the earth. Tall summer grass paraded beside us as we neared the edge of the woods. Wrens, finches, robins and red-wing black birds played all around us while crickets sawed their legs together. The pillowy clouds were a little grey, and light ra...
Gretel squeezed into another white girdle, hooked on her black stockings, and slid white panties up to cover her nest. After strapping on her bra, she wiggled into a tight black satin dress. Even in the dim bedroom light, the material glimmered seductively. She stepped into black patent leather pumps, two-and-a-half inches high instead of the stilts she'd w...
"So, um, I take it you ain't been out of the Ivory Tower in a while, sugar?" Gretel blinked. He rubbed the back of his neck, biting his lip. "Is it that obvious bit?" The cart hit a bump, causing him to nearly drop his notebook. Beside him, the farmer's daughter Maye giggled as she bounced against his side. "A li'l bit." She patted him on the shoulder. "D...
Nicole's Note: In the real world, playing with fantasies of hypnotic nonconsent requires a foundation of deep trust, as well as things like safewords and aftercare. This is a fantasy—and one in which a lot has been established offscreen. Also, if you're in the US (or anywhere, really), please keep wearing masks and social distancing. Cases are actually begi...
"What are we doing here?" "Chatting by video?" "I mean, you, me, us. What is this?" "A good time?" "Oy vey." "Gretel, what do you want me to say?" "The truth." "We meet up, chill, and order take-out at my place once a week. And we occasionally get each other off online. I'm having fun. Aren't you?" "I'm tired. Good day, sir." "Gretel? Will I see you...
"That's right," Jalli cooed, stroking his hair as Lesha reached down and took another piece of bread. "Just let your hosts take care. Gretel is being a good guest." "Yes," Lesha hissed, grinning down at him. The goblin maid leaned in and, with a prompting coo, had him open wide so she could give him another bite of the overwhelmingly delicious meal. The bre...
Hans Kevin, genannt Hänsel, war Auszubildender zum Einzelhandelskaufmann. Greta Luisa, genannt Gretel, Auszubildende zur Kauffrau für Büromanagement. Beide arbeiteten im gleichen Gebäude und trafen sich zur Mittagsstunde zur Pause und manchmal auch des abends. Bei einer Tüte erzählten sie sich ihr Leid. Hänsel, groß gewachsen, blondes Haar und graue Augen, t...
Andrew had visited Portland many times, always on business, and never had time to explore. This time, he was lucky: Friday and Saturday he had nothing "official" to do. But on Sunday, he was to head a major "wrap-up-and-report" committee. Only then could he leave. An oceanographer and good overall naturalist, he'd heard about the Portland zoo, always in su...
I met the man who would become my husband at a masked charity ball. The attendees all wore fancy dress from the mid-1800s: the men in long tailed coats and ruffled shirts and cravats, the women in high-waist flowing gowns that exposed much of their cleavages. And mine exposed my rather full breasts to their utmost. All the single men, and many of the marrie...
George Orwell's 1984, a great work of fiction, is now our reality. Yet and unfortunately not a good place that most of us need or want to go, God help us all! After letting loose his first tirade on his troubled ass, if it wasn't enough that he made him feel like the small, insignificant man that he was, Ned Beatty as Arthur Jensen continued lambasting Pete...