“Doctor Gerard, this is Mrs. Brown, our client for the next two days.” Julienne introduced me to a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. Her short black haired, brown eyes and pale skin oozed sensuality but her droopy shoulders tried to hide her firm breasts and sexuality. “Good morning. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.” I took Mrs. Brown’s han...
Reporters from across the nation, indeed even across the world, had gathered here in Paris for the mayor's press conference. It was a testament as to just how 'hot button' the issue had become. The supporters of banning the hijab, often affiliated with the far right and racist movements in France, claimed that they were "defending" the "values" of "western c...
You get to write about a world where men are required to be naked at all times but women are allowed to remain clothed. You can approach this story in almost any way you want. Perhaps you want men to be nothing more than slaves to women. Maybe men are at a nearly equal standing with them, but still have to be nude. As for the setting, feel free to get creati...
Within this world there exists a powerful force, a force fuelled by passion, pleasure and love. Known as the Lovelace, it grants the world the power of magic and blesses our lives with its presence. Blooming forth from the hearts of the truly happy, the Lovelace exists inside all of us, filling us with energy and happiness. Said to have been born in ages pas...
Penelope led me by the hand through the campground, leaving behind us the flashing lights and pounding music. Very quickly we found ourselves on a sandy trail leading up into the surrounding hills. The moon provided plenty of light. She hung heavy and silver over us, her light so intense it cast shadows. The desert was bleached of all color in the moonlight...
Naomi lightly sighed as the entered in the last line of code. One of thousands, colored text stretching for megabytes upwards on the screen of the monitor. From her seat, she glanced over to her years-long labor sitting in the center of the basement. Not much too look at; simply two large metal rings, one at the top and bottom, connected by a pole with com...
Peter is a pervert who loves his artwork of painting nude women. Only, one day, after suffering a heart attack and confronting the reality of his imminent demise, during his road to recovery in intensive care in the hospital, he had the downtime to assess his life. That was when he grew a conscience. Coincidentally, with the beta blocker and other medicatio...
Sitting down at the food court in the mall to eat your tacos you find your eyes start to wonder around the mall looking at all the hot things shopping in the mall. Aah to be young again and back chasing that gorgeous tail. You can't help but admit to yourself that as you get older your taste in women has never changed. You like hot 18 to 20 little sluts, esp...
Disclaimer -- this is just an opinion presented in a humorous manner. Undoubtedly, some of you will become offended at some point as you read through this. You will claim I am being sexist, demeaning, arrogant, or even overly simplifying the problem. The men who read it will probably just say, "Yeah, that's right." Unless, that is, they are either Psych prof...
[[50 years after the story of Theo, The Blood Angel of Lescatie]] CHAPTER 3: Agrat, Empress of Monsters. Reikshold. The beautiful castle stood in the heart of Reikshold, a violet-pink heaven for monster girls and their humans whom they now treated as valued husbands. Laughter and joy was never in short supply amongst the pleasure gardens, its hidden coves...