Author's note: This is a fantasy written for a fan. As usual, if it's their fantasy, someone else probably has the same fantasy. So I wrote it. Typically I am against coercion or force. In my stories I prefer to write about free will and everyone being happy and getting what they want. As usual your comments, votes, feedback, and favoriting is appreciate...
A letter from the unemployed to Santa Claus hoping for a job. Dearest Santa Claus, I'm sorry, Santa. Maybe I asked you for too much last year, when I asked you for what I'm asking you for again this year. Since I didn't receive what I asked for last year, by asking you for the same thing again, I was hoping to receive it this year. Maybe I was expecting to...
Corporal Job frowned as he watched the update on the vidscreen mounted to the wall of the general's private quarters. The news from the Kuiper asteroid belt wasn't good, as usual. The Drinkers had developed a new weapons array, as usual. Many lives had been lost in the initial assault near Neptune, as usual. But scientists were busy at work on new defense st...
Back in the seventies I was working for the County of Los Angeles Department of Health Services, after helping establish the first Free Clinic in L.A. I created a job with the Health Department helping communities start their own private, non-profit, free clinics. Each clinic's services depended on the needs of their community. In Compton, the American Ind...
Let's take a look at fleshing out that construction site where your fictional worker is going to be spending so much of his day. Again I'm writing this as if you are the worker. How does it all work? Well, flip that bucket over and have a seat and I'll try and explain it as we take lunch. Okay, well to begin with there is a owner. You will probably never...
Two months of searching for his mystery woman and Robert has had zero luck. Meanwhile his problem is getting worse and worse. Not to mention he has been too preoccupied with searching for her that he still has not found another job. If he doesn't find a job soon he will be kicked out of his apartment. While having his morning coffee he saw an ad in the pape...
"Jennifer, I forbid you to do this." Jennifer glanced up from her suitcase at her mother, determination etched in her bright blue eyes. She reached for the folded stack of clothes sitting on her bed and placed them into the suitcase. Betty Matthews moved from the doorway to sit upon the bed. "I'm begging you. Don't do this." Jennifer straightened up from he...
"Honey?" My wife called from the other room. "Yes dear. One moment." I was cleaning up and putting the final touches on dinner before we went to bed when my wife called me into the living room. It had been a nice quiet dinner. She cooks and I clean. She would like me to cook more often but I seem to screw it up every time despite my best efforts so that's...
It's or Its? What's the difference? Confusing "its" and "it's" is one of the most common mistakes I see in amateur writing. I will try to explain the difference between these two words so that you'll never again have to wonder if you used the correct one. You might be tempted to lay all the blame for your confusion on the apostrophe, but it's not really th...
Gazing down, my eyes were riveted on the young girl kneeling at my feet, in my office, worshiping my bulging cock. She worked my dick with excitement and passion, working with practiced skills that outdistanced her mere age of 22. She knelt, not balanced on her haunches like some woman are want to do, but knelt on my carpeted floor right beside my desk. He...