Miriam had dark desires from time to time but she knew that she shouldn't. The lovely blonde wife had been able to repress those feelings and desires before. She was happily married to her husband, Maurice, for fifteen years and had never strayed before. Before now, that is. It was really her husband's fault, she liked to think. Miriam enjoyed sex but for t...
A tale suggested in Lit. C by a fellow author in the UK who PM'd me and suggested the idea in which I have reversed one of the genders. ***** Wicksteed's Christmas at Home. "Don't do that lads, she'll be upset," cautioned Moira with a resigned, roll eyed sigh, from the dingy kitchen, preparing a Christmas free range chicken provided free by a local charit...
It is the future all over the globe. After thousands of years of oppression women rose up and decided that they needed to take control. Little by little they organized themselves, and through combined political, economical and scientific efforts they decided to change the future of mankind. A new drug was stealthily taken by women that resulted in a signific...
It was all a part of the carefully constructed plan to 'reduce' us. That was their term – reduce - and it worked. Not only did the whole community know we were sentenced, but when they saw the postal people deliver that blue envelope, and me signing for it, they knew I had been given the day and time for my next punishment session. Ever since they brought i...
Chapter 8 Saïna It was dusk when Saïna appeared before a very small humanoid. "What is your order Mistress," she said, bowing slightly. The small creature gawked in terror, immobile with the stone Tablet at her feet. She had long pointy ears, starting on the side of her head like any human and reaching almost as high as the top of her head. She had very l...
***This story could be put in several categories, it is an inter-racial story with mild non-consent/reluctance substory. If these topics bother you, you probably should stop here, if not, please enjoy*** It was almost 3 am and I was driving down the New York turnpike on an early Monday morning on my way home from a weekend work trip with my co-worker asleep...
Sitting in my chair completely naked, I stroked my strap-on dildo as I watched my Black male slut parade in front of me. My name is Veronique Marceau and I am a Dominatrix. Standing five feet eleven inches tall, wiry and muscular with a thick booty, I look damn hot and I know it. My skin is dark brown, shined to perfection with lotion for tonight's performan...
The people who recount the myth of Perseus and Medusa get a large part of it wrong, which was to be expected, because the story was repeated mostly by itinerant story-tellers, who were not above embellishing some of the details. Besides that circumstance, once he became a legendary hero and a king, it seemed not quite right to include all the true facts in t...
THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY "You got a hernia," the naked chick slurred beneath breath wreaking of Good Times Cigarillos and cheap tequila. "A hyena?" I quipped, thrusting uncontrollably between the moistened thighs of her comparably nude friend. "No, goddamnit. A hernia! A fuckin' hernia!" What I believed that word meant at once registered within my...
Andy's new girlfriend was quite something. He had been seeing her for a few weeks and none of us had met her yet, so we, his friends, wondered why. Then one day I invited him to my place for dinner and told him he should bring her. Her name was Dana. I made a chili and got several bottles of red wine, plus a white in case she was one of those cliched women...