At precisely five minutes to eight I stood outside your bedroom exactly as you had demanded at dinner. I wore exactly what you had commanded, black six inch opened toed "cum fukk me" heels. The black leather garter-belt wrapped my slim waist holding up black seamed silk stockings. Leather cuffs were locked about each wrist and ankle. With moments to spare I...
The Mission is not Going Well "Log entry, stardate 2/11/2521, Captain Richard 'Dick' Coxwell. Following my primary mission I've moved the ship into a new sector known to harbor biomes suitable for human life. Last contact with sentient life suggested that odds for achieving the prime objective would be higher in this sector of the galaxy. The weight of my m...
Ok, I had closed my flat on the West Coast and after getting the key to my landlord, I was to return to my hometown on the other side of the country. Last weeks were kind of brutal, lost a job, lost a boyfriend, plan a relocation, plan the trip, but now I was in my car, finally heading out of that city. Lucky for me, I've always been a squirrel, so I have e...
This is an attempt to make fun of the South African politics and should not be taken seriously. This never happened and no politician was hurt in the telling of this tall tale. * She floated down the steps like a queen. Her long black evening dress revealed more than it concealed. Her full breasts challenged the strength of the fabric and the splits in the...
She had to crawl forward a little and then kneel up in front of him. He stared at her with astonished eyes. Bernadette was seeing him again that brazenly handsome face and the luxuriant long blond hair of which he was surely vain. He had green eyes deep set in the sunburned skin meeting her stare with the same intensity. A terrible weakness came over her. S...
Marie-Beatriz and I have been together now for several years. We live and work in England, although both of us are French. In fact her name shows the influence of her Basque ancestors, as do her green eyes and blonde hair. At one metre seventy and fifty-five kilos (five- six and 120 pounds, give or take), she gets noticed in most places, particularly as she...
Lanborn led Resistance into the lounge. The far wall was a panoramic window with a view out to the docks. Scabashank stood there in his black, silk pajamas, his back to them all, hands clasped behind him. Cushions from a low-slung couch had been flung on the floor. There was a long table in front of the couch, an ottoman. A second man impeccably turned out...
Author's Introduction I felt this story would work well with the characters I introduced in the Sally series. This may or may not be the characters' future in any specific fictional universe but can be considered one of their futures in any of the many alternate fictional universes. In other words: I don't guarantee the Sally Summer of Sex series will not...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Sorry for the long delay in getting Part 02 published. It was rejected in its original form as it apparently fell afoul of the rule against ' "snuff" - i.e. death & extreme torture with the aim of sexual titillation.' I have now removed an entire section that seemed a possi...
By day, Enduragirl was Christina Anna Polina; successful UCLA chemistry grad. Straight out of college, she began working for nano-tech giant, the MicroLife Corporation. From here, she furthered research in biochemical manipulation of the human genome. Christina was a stunning portrait of beauty: a 5’ 8” tall, white, leggy brunette, with piercing blue eyes an...