A CARER'S TALE In praise of elderly women part 1 Nothing is certain except "death and taxes" according to both Daniel Defoe and Benjamin Franklin. I would add to that, - the indignity of old age. I am a "peripatetic carer" and well acquainted with old age, and the indignity inflicted on the old. My job chiefly consists of changing incontinence pads and mak...
(The following story is the first work of fiction that I have created. It refers to a real life celebrity and as such should not be regarded as fact.) Safely tucked away in comfort of the plane, the vast expanse of the Amazon jungle had been a magnificent sight, especially for Danny who'd never even ventured out of California before. It was exactly the ex...
(This is a work of fiction.) This text is based on a lengthy confession shared on a private group that I am a member of. It is being shared with the permission of the account behind the original post, with anonymising changes to names and some geography, as well as minor alterations to some other details - in other words, it is partly fictionalised to maint...
This story is told from the point of view of two people, Michel and Sally. Each section is prefixed by name. It is written for my enjoyment and hopefully yours as well. ----- Michael: They call me Saint Michael behind my back, some with reverence, some with disdain and others with suspicion. All have a theory about my past but no-one knows the full story...
Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for waiting. While I had hoped to bring you maybe new story or a new chapter of Voluptus Ludum, certain things unfortunately got in the way, though I have started writing it. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this small offering of mine. ***** Groaning, Ashley woke up feeling somewhat bloated. Her head throbbed powerfully, rai...
He knew he ought to leave. The passing over into the fluid new dimension he inhabited these days had occurred long ago, though it felt like no time had passed at all. He wished he'd known the small trouble of dying had naught to do with ceasing to exist in that initial stage of "life." If only he'd known things would only get better! Still, as he traversed...
In a future not too far flung, humanity has progressed to a stage where almost all production and provision of society’s needs is automated. With no need to work, all citizens are instead driven to find lifestyles that fulfil their own and each other’s fundamental desires. This is achieved by the medium of an overruling system of artificial intelligences and...
Where Sir Douglas begins to search for the killer of Susan and makes some progress. Sir Douglas strode down the corridor in a very thoughtful mood. He had been very impressed with Onna's handling of Chelsea's "introduction" to their very exclusive "Society". Chelsea had not seen him, but he had been in the rear of the crowd, observing the goings on. He had...
Three days. Three long, slow days. Callan sat in the meeting, hearing the council members conversing and advising and recommending, but struggling to listen to anything they actually said. It had been three days since he'd been to the village, since he'd recovered the precious jewels and the stones, the last remaining token of his father and the key to immen...
Pagan lay on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. She was so soaked that her skin glistened as if it were oiled for massage, even her bush glistened in the pulsing red light. It felt as if her juices were simply pouring from her moist opening, unable to control the relentless orgasm she gasped. Her body was paralysed, she could only look around the room by m...