My name is Miriam and I live in the heartland of her. We are a society ruled by women. When I was little I was taught that men were animals. Men have no economic or political power in our society. Only women can participate in our assemblies or hold office. Men are mainly breeding animals, much as cattle. We do breed with men. However, love, between men and...
Chapter 2: The Letter Every married woman has a secret hideaway for personal things. Jeni was no different. She reached into her lamp table drawer and pulled out that envelope she'd kept hidden for many years. Through the years, she developed a strange attachment to this letter. She hated it, yet she could not destroy it; it had a mysterious hold on her. Th...
All characters in this story are over 21 years old. This is a fictional fantasy in the femdom niche, it is focused on male submissive humiliation and has a Sissy theme running through it. Is set in an imaginary future. ***** The cool air licking at my almost bare ass cheeks enhanced the feeling of nakedness, but I wasn't naked. In fact, it would have been...
A Wine and Old Lace Story "Gavin! You have to get moving if you are going to get to McIntyre's by noon." "I got plenty of time, Mom. Don't worry about it. I still don't know what they want with me. Father usually takes care of all the legal matters. I never wanted to get involved with all that paperwork and such." "I know. I know, but they insisted it was...
*************** CHAPTER TWELVE Doing another up and over worked out more or less according to plan and the aversion field didn't trigger anything nasty (at least audibly) as we floated down to the main delivery area and the VIP parking lot. When in doubt, follow the big shots. Two guards were vaguely awake in the area patrolling the loading dock, but the ra...
"You lost the bet, Jer" Carlos said while putting his flat hand over my fist. "Paper beats rock." I frowned, feeling somewhat defeated by my coworker and weekend warrior equivalent. We'd become good friends the past two years. I headed the firm's creative department and Carlos was a media sales head. We were two departmental lions meeting at the watering ho...
'And this is where the milk is stored.' I looked up at the big metal containers that filled the room. Pipes spiralled out of them and into the walls, reaching far into the facility beyond. A truck pulled into the loading bay, filling the room with the echoing roar of its engine. 'IT GOES FROM HERE TO THE BOTTLING PLANT!' Jodie shouted over the noise of the...
"Have you ever fucked a fish?" Ennis Ezquerra chose to drop that little gem, casual-like, around the campfire during mess. "Ezquerra, what the fuck are you talking about?" Donald Finney asked. The whole unit knew Ezquerra was a completely disgusting fucker with few, if any, redeeming social graces. Picture the greasiest excuse for a building super you cou...
Melanie is wearing a black silk camisole and matching bikini, lacey apparel with the salacious character of a whore's costume in that it scarcely covers her nearly bald mons or cloaks her measure of healthy breasts. Through the gauzy weave, I see pale brown nipples, the pink skin of flat belly, and the prominent slash so dear to me, the cleft of buttocks....
Kenny pushed his way through the heavy leaves and broke free of the thick jungle. He was god only knows how deep in the Ecuadorian jungles and specifically deep in the Waorani Reserve. This particular land was established as a way of protecting both the natives and tourists that would likely be killed for wandering in. So naturally, that was where Kenny was...