WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. * His phone buzzed on the desk, and he checked his...
Many thanks to Tristessa Howard for editing this story! * I should have known better. When something sounds too good to be true, well, then it usually isn't. Don't get me wrong, Trivara is a beautiful world, a masterpiece of terraforming with a mild climate, fantastic beaches, and a booming economy. It's a peaceful democracy with a less than ten percent ch...
1640 words 12 min read *** Leona was a free spirit. The woman was fearless and filterless. Howard was a man filled with filters, and rules, and inhibitions galore. She was lightning, and he was sand. I know when lightning strikes sand, we get glass. They both were good separate, but no one saw the two of them together. No one but me. They were like spark...
A couple of days later, a woman came to speak with all the girls in our wing. As The Breeding Center's Education councilor, Miss Martha was there to prepare us for the stage of our lives which followed. She explained everyone would receive a mandatory education and we needed to firm up what our trade would be. As soon as we moved to the 11th floor, we would...
Lisa was Chinese like her friend Mei. There circumstances were so alike that when they first met they had become fast friends. Both their parents had emigrated from China and started small businesses selling primary products. They had worked hard and created successful lives in their adopted homeland. Mei had kept her Chinese name because it was easy to pron...
Today was my annual health and safety at work briefing. This consisted of a series of in-house films, lasting approximately ninety minutes. The briefings were mandatory but so fucking dull. In the ten years I had been with the company they hadn't changed or been updated and they were old when I first started. The only redeeming grace was that one of the film...
People called it the glory hole for many reasons, mostly because of the anonymous orgasms it allowed. A man could go into a urinal or a video booth and stick his cock through the hole. Someone on the other side serviced it for him. Once he had come, he was free to reciprocate or go on about his business. It wasn’t mandatory to return the favor. The people w...
One of the strange things about having been a professional thug is the habits that you ingrain, which pretty much stay with you for the rest of your life. For example, when you're part of a tactical protection team, you do what they call a three-unit rotation. One of your team is leading the way, one is with the principal, and the last person is lagging abou...
The memories of that night are so vivid, Kat. Something about it just... seemed so otherworldly, and so amazing. I've never had a night of better lovemaking, and you're to blame. We were at a ballroom. There'd been a weekend long course on Victorian era society; writing, dining, speech, and now the finale, dancing. I'd made no secret in private of how I'd s...
Hello, I'm mr.Thong , the creator of this alloy , including all students of this school you have been selected to take part in these bra and panties match to determine the wrestler more good of this school ; To win a Bra & Panties Match one needs to leave the players in bra & panties precisely , or in their underwear and bra ; at times , at the discr...