Author's notes: I have had to submit this piece in a hurry as I don't want the plot summary to be read. So it's incomplete. * Artist, photographer and pornographer, Archie Tennyson, frowned slightly. He nervously brushed his hand through his foppish blonde hair. Rachel Hobson, his dear, raven-haired model, stood before him, also frowning. Her dark expressi...
Work was its usual boring self. Jackie liked her job, found it fulfilled so many of her needs, allowed her to help people, be a friend, make another's day but somehow it never satisfied her completely. She wanted to serve, be totally used, not just intellectually and emotionally but physically to the point of exhaustion. Only then would she be able to reach...
She sat at the kitchen table, twirling the wine glass in her hands. Sangria... as red as its namesake, the light turning it purple in the blue stemware. She'd always loved that stemware, so delicate and yet so strong... she identified with that description; maybe that was why she liked it so. Now there was only one glass left from the set of six she'd starte...
Marcus set down his paper and stared at the door. Who could be ringing his doorbell now? He'd just got rid of a salesman about a half hour before. He just wasn't in the mood to talk to those guys. Lazily he made his way to the door and opened it, prepared to give whoever was on the other side the brush-off and go back to the sports page. What he saw standing...
Jenn came up to the house and knocked on the door. Susan answered wearing a black short, loose dress and thigh-high leather boots. Jenn had seen her wear the boots before but usually with a longer skirt. Susan usually dressed more earthy than erotic. "C'mon in Jenn. I'm glad you could come over," Susan said leading her into the living room. When Jenn entere...
It was a cold crisp night beneath the blazing light of the moons when I was summoned to his wagon. I couldn't imagine what he would want to speak with me about this late at night but as I moved through the camp as a shadow of a forgotten figure, I simply obeyed. Even though free, I still was at the mercy of men. Such is the nature of Gor. But I could feel it...
Your name is David. You are a disgustingly skinny moron who has been a huge failure at life. You lost your job, you dropped out of college, and your semi attractive girlfriend broke up with you. Your head is shaved, your armpits stink and you have proven repeatedly throughout your life to have about as much common sense as a monkey. Like all men you have an...
I recently went to New Orleans, and found the coolest club. It was like no other bar I had ever seen in my life. I just have to tell you about what happened that night. Here is a log of that night's events, from both my perspective and from my friend Darlene's perspective. 9:00 P.M., New Orleans, 85 degrees out. My name is Miranda. I am 29, 5"7, have medi...
James Haverstein III, research and production director for the Serious Cybernetics Corporation, bit down on his cigar end. The sharp suited woman next to him looked across with mild distaste but said nothing. Amanda Howard from the company's legal team was used to working with board members she didn't much like but Haverstein's cigar habit, even if he didn't...
1985 "You're marrying a stripper?" How do you explain to your Mom that you love this hot girl who hits you with a belt? 2019 Eddie tried to grin as Infiniti talked to Guilder earnestly. He was a nice boy, more of the bookish type, wouldn't you know, throw the football around, talk cars, but a good kid all the same. Infiniti's nimble fingers moved up and...