Chapter 1: I Meet the Goddess “Venus, goddess of love?” I stared at the picture of the small figurine in the book I had borrowed from the library. “Nothing like the Venus de Milo I’ve seen in another book,” I thought. She was beautiful even if she didn’t have arms. This one had ballooning breasts, huge thighs and buttocks. Her hair covered her face like a...
Misha is fed up with being good; she'd very much like to be bad instead. Not awful, undermining all her hard work and diligent study had achieved, but please, just a little bit naughty. Far from the repressed Asian woman of out-dated stereotypes Misha was bought up in a liberal home where girl's educational attainment was encouraged by her parents, if not so...
Taki woke up. She rolled around in bed, trying to get comfortable and go back to sleep but could not. She ran her hand through her dirty-blonde hair and looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was almost ten, so she decided to get up. She stretched as she looked over her naked body in the mirror. She got her taller, fuller figure from her dad, but always...
I have this neighbor who is absolutely gorgeous. Her name is Chandra, is married with one daughter, and has a very cheery disposition. I got her a job where I work and we see each other quite often. Every man I know that has met her is just amazed at her beauty and wonderful personality. She has a smile to die for and her body is awesome. Almost all of our...
Chapter 9 -- Confrontation and sanctuary. When I was younger I had helped out vampires on the run from necromancers with my family. I had even joked once that we were a battered vampire shelter. Vampires truly are necromancer's slaves and chattel out in the world with some few exceptions. They would show up, having heard of us through rumor, at our door. W...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (12.5 min/mp3) * * * * * I've seen you looking at me while I dance. I've seen you eyeing my breast as I bounce them for my audience, for you. You sit in a dark, damp corner, nursing a drink. I know you're pretending to be disinterested. It's ok; I'll let you pretend. Hiding behind the lights and the music, I let my body con...
As Salam Alaikum, folks. My name is Mira Masayuki-Jones, and I'm a Japanese-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Bet that last bit definitely got your attention. You don't see a lot of Muslims in the Japanese Diaspora, partly because of my people's xenophobia and their devotion to the Shinto faith. I will forever be the odd woman out...
Cheating Slave: Mina It had been one of those days for me. The kind that leave you drained and longing for a subbie to draw you a bath and wash all the day's tension away. I had decided to go home early from work that day; I have to admit that I felt guilty leaving early but the thought of Chris waiting for me at the door was enough to coax me into it. It w...
Everyone wishes for the impossible, I think it must be part of our make up as humans to desire the utterly unattainable. All through my youth and teenaged years I had longed for adulthood and the freedoms and responsibilities it held, somehow imagining that all my problems and suffering would cease to be when I passed eighteen or twenty or twenty-five... Tha...
Chapter 6 – Just visiting the nuthouse. Tom took it really well, he didn't faint or anything. He might have been a bit green when Andrea gave him a hug, but overall... My crazy life seemed to fascinate him, him only caring that I was happy with it. I guess he was just about ready for anything after all the energy tricks he had seen me do over the last mont...