It was a warm Wednesday morning and Kim was enjoying some lazy time with the kids off to school, just waiting for Jill to show up to share some coffee and some conversation. Now that Pete had gotten the promotion she could be a stay-at-home mom and, so far, she was loving every moment of it. She read a lot, shopped a lot and day-dreamed some, even some fairl...
To the readers who've been following our story -- I'll be adding Lissia's commentary as she is willing to provide it. Her rapier-like wit hides a tender heart that beats inside her. She is going to cringe when she reads this but that's okay. And now back to our story where I had gone to her home on Saturday morning after receiving the good news about the sch...
"Rita," said Dan on the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Carter." "Ask Lance and Rod to come in, please." Lance, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed version of Troy Donahue or Tab Hunter and Rod, a muscular man looking much like a shorter version of Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was in his prime, entered his office. "I have a unique applicant to interview," he said with a laug...
Chapter 10 "So, what is it to be done with the prisoners? These aren't situations envisioned very well by the Hague or Geneva Conventions, neither of which have been ratified by the Commandant on our side or the Imperial Wizard on his. Not, mind you, that there is any quarter given much of late. Or asked, for that matter. Kluckers are only surrendering when...
In the never-ending quest to dispel myths, clear up misconceptions, and, perhaps, to impart some unknown facts about each of the contenders in the battle of the sexes, it is imperative that each understand the other side. For example, women are under the misconception that men sit around the local bar and rate female customers on some supposed 1-10 scale. T...
The ten minute ride to the mall was made in almost complete silence. Elizabeth sat biting her lower lip and twisting the handkerchief in her hands, as she worried about what other things I had in store for her. I pulled into a space in front of the mall. "Let's go young lady; it's time to return your purchases. I am going to teach you a lesson you will never...
**WARNING** This story contains race play. Race play is a sub-genre of BDSM where the participants involved willfully use racial epithets during their role play to heighten sexual tension and pleasure. If you feel that race play is something that will offend you then close out of this story immediately. If sheer, morbid curiosity causes you to continue onwa...
My mind was churning with paper and logistics on my way home. I've had a hard day at work, reading through and correcting reports on top of reports. My mind was calculating the amount of work I had due for tomorrow, when I turned my key into the lock and pushed open the door. As soon as I did, work was no longer on my mind as I saw him spread out in the sofa...
She rolled lazily to her back, her hair falling gently across her forehead. Her toes gently brushed against the smoothness of the sheets as she relished the warmth and comfort of her bed. She suddenly felt the blood rush to her face as the memories of the previous night returned. It had started like so many other of "his" little adventures. First there was t...
This is the first story I have ever written, so constructive criticism and any ideas on how I can improve would be greatly appreciated. Thank you. This story takes place in a reality very similar to our own, but there are some slight differences mainly regarding the size of male and female genitals and other small details. Vickki is unlike any other...