Volume 1: Maine Volume 1: Part 1 Augusta Maine. June 25. Senate Inn - Presidential Suite. "Damn, we are about to do it," I remember thinking to myself. I was oddly nervous - I felt like a teenage girl again about to lose my virginity. I had butterflies in my stomach that radiated out to my nipples and breasts and down to my crotch. I watched him bene...
This story continues on from "Alex is forced to become a whore" and "Alex works as a whore". This chapter works as a stand-alone story. * After the 'Karen' incident and the successful WMP party Marie-Louise came to trust Alex and promoted him to a 'Grade two' whore. She felt the fact that Alex had not betrayed her when he had the chance meant that he coul...
Euphrosyne lay back in her luxurious lounge chair by her pool slowly sipping on a tall glass of orange juice. Her mind drifted, thinking about what she would wear to the state dinner that night. It was still early and she had the whole day, so she stretched her gorgeous legs out straight, wiggled her toes in the warm sunshine and started to roll over onto he...
(Author's Note: The historical and archaeological details are generally accurate, but not immune from narrative anachronisms or oversimplifications. You'll learn a little bit about Roman sexual culture, but nothing too educational.) ***** Before we get to the loss of my toga, the reversal of my fortunes, and the capitulation of my masculinity, I should giv...
Editing by Angel Love "We've still got some booze left up in our room," Todd announced as the toga party broke up. "Who wants a nightcap?" The other couples agreed that a nightcap was definitely in order. Soon eight happy people were spread out in Todd and Kate's second floor room. "Josh, you should have been here earlier," Todd said. "We had one hell of...
Nathaniel Winthrop sat at his computer reading the most recent entries from the on-line Halloween contest. 'Not bad,' he thought to himself as he finished the last story. There isn't a whole lot I could say negative about the story itself, or the way it was written. I guess I have to fall back on attacking the author. He opened the comment window and began...
This is a continuation of the story about Merna. Really need to read first 8 parts to understand story. I get an offer from Keene Greta and I were awakened by a knock on the door at 9am. Greta wrapped a towel around herself and I sat up in bed. She opened the door and let a hotel employee in with several packages. He laid them on the table and handed Greta...
PART 4 -- AN ORGY IS THE FRIENDLIEST THING EIGHT PEOPLE CAN DO. Our old ivy covered college dorm had an annex on the fourth floor, which contained four rooms and a common room, nicknamed the Sky Club. When we drew into this room, we considered ourselves lucky, but we did not know quite how lucky. We were a diverse group, in this co-ed college being four boy...
Scintilla was in her own world, and her world was gold. A gentle breeze rustled the field of corn that enveloped her. A lingering smell of faraway lands and exotic locales followed in the wake of it, mixed with the familiar scent of the fields. The breeze subsided, and the trickling of the nearby spring gained dominance once again. Scintilla was barefoot, c...
My first week at the family business soon fell into an exhausting but pleasant pattern -- wake up; blowjob; breakfast; work all damn day; skip lunch; dinner; fuck Sam; sleep. Learning the slave trade on the job was like drinking from a firehose -- too damn much too damn fast. Twenty seven centuries of accumulated Imperial law combined with constant modern co...