It was like Uber, except for renting women. Well, men too, in principle -- but in practice it was mostly women selling their services, to the surprise of nobody. Prostitution had been legalized only a few months earlier, and liberals and progressives everywhere celebrated. But I wonder if people really thought through what the modern form of prostitution wo...
The year is 2069. It's late December, right after Christmas... "Don! How are you my friend? Get yourself some new wheels?" "Mikey! I'm great, buddy. No, it's an old one my dad used. Nice though. Got a handbrake, and it folds up slicker than shit." Don shuffled over to the dusty old kitchen table in Mike's sunroom. He held on tight to his rolling walker as...
I'm not sure who I am looking for, so I sit in the darkest part of the room, which is in the back, at a small two-person table behind everyone else. I expected the hundred or so people to be largely middle-aged creepers and sketchy greasers. Instead, they are fashionable men and women. Mostly couples and groups of couples clustered around tables. Very respec...
Copyright© 2019 by Richard Gerald I do apologize for the delay here, but I was pushed off my schedule by circumstances. I want to thank all the readers who stayed with me through my health problems. This will be my last online story for a while as I have some other work to complete. Please email me if you can, and I will try to answer. I know some people l...
Sorry this has taken so long, folks. I've had to re-write it numerous times, but it's finally done. Well, this chapter, at least... grin. ***** Cassie and Doris spent three days setting up the growing equipment in the basement of the old ranch house, while Mickey was out on patrol. They'd already decided to start with tomatoes, yellow banana peppers, red...
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It was 9:00 in the morning and already it was scorching hot outside so I called my girlfriend Rachel to see if she wanted to hang out at her pool today. She lives in a house that overlooks Mission Bay here in San Diego and it's got an amazing pool in the backyard. "What do you mean you're not home?" I asked as I popped a coffee pod into my Starbucks Versimo...
*Note to readers: For anyone who thinks a man could convince his wife to have a threesome in a single conversation either isn't married or that person lives in a fantasy world. Most women would absolutely shut the idea down the first time it was mentioned. Others, like Jill Winslow, would need a lot of time and a lot of convincing to agree to it. They'd have...
The Punishment Park: Three simple words that fill every naked slave with fear and trepidation. Slaves and their owners are allowed to go to the head of the line and enter the park ahead of everybody else. We also gain entrance into the park for free. The naked slaves are the entertainment for all of the paying tourists, so I suppose that makes sense, still...
After my hands were free from the handcuffs, Gretchen swatted me on the ass and I headed into the bathroom to try and got a look at myself in the mirror. My breasts were an angry reddish-pink color from being whipped in the punishment park and the expression on my face made me look nervous and hunted. If you added all of that up along with the slave collar a...