The Women's Bookshop had a regular customer – a busty elderly woman named Phaedra. She weekly bought heaps of books on psychology, anthropology, foreign languages, mythology, and gender studies. She usually paid by cash, but once she told the sales clerk, "Dear Eliza, I couldn't find a working ATM. Can I pay via credit card?" "Of course, Phaedra." Phaedra...
Professionally Dominant, personally submissive The alternate titles: The title above represents the most succinct description for this article, but there is far more to this than the title suggests. This has been posted to reviews and essays for good reason; this is not about sex per se. Neither is it about dominance/submission as a fetish, lifestyle...
Eric looked down at the brown-speckled pill in the palm of his hand with guilty indecision. The "vitamin" was one of the last dozen or so that he had. He started to pick the herbal supplement up from his palm and then hesitated as he stared at his hands. He felt his body tremble slightly with the small step of betrayal he was about to take. These were the sa...
Thank you for all your messages. I appreciate it has been a long time since the last chapter published. Work commitments and problems with my eyesight have made writing extremely difficult recently. I hope you enjoy the latest chapter. Chapter Ten Darkness covered everything. It was insidious, blanketing all light, all memories, all sense of time. How lon...
This is a new story based on sci-fi fiction and high fantasy tropes. Think Game of Thrones and Harry Potter with futa. I'm planning on making each chapter as character anthologies. All of my characters are over the age of 18 and of the legal age of consent. Characters referred to as "boy" are over the age of 18. Story revolves around futa on male, with some...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is not intended to represent any particular Muslim pract...
Carefully, he led her down the steps, descending further into the basement. Blindfolded and dressed in a beautiful white gown and tall white heels, she could only hold his hand and trust that he would lead her safely down the many steps. The pearl necklace she had received earlier in the evening as a birthday gift brushed along top of her breasts, calling mo...
Have you ever watched someone precious sleeping, just sat for long moments watching as their chest rises and falls, unaware that any one is even there, so oblivious, so content, so beautiful in their state of peacefulness. Have you ever just watched in wonder at the texture of their skin, the warmth and depth of its color, its contours and imperfections. H...
The morning was cool, particularly for a mid-summer day. But accompanying the coolness came a sky so blue and cloudless that one could get lost staring up into it trying to find its end. And with that blue canvas as a backdrop, the green of the trees jumped to life and crackled as the breeze rustled their leaves. There was promise, anticipation, and exciteme...
Dear Readers, a comment attached to a recent story reminded me that everyone has not been following my adventures from the beginning and therefore don't know me. Twistedgraygoat is attempting to help me tell of my early sexual adventures. Most of my stories took place in the 1970's and 1980's when I was in college and the years following. Basically ages 18...