A Sara's Secret War Story * Author's Note The first story I ever wrote on this site was a tale called Sara's Secret Crush. It eventually evolved into a trilogy and a prequel. But as first efforts often go, it was not my best work. As cringe-worthy as that first effort was, I do like the speculative future aspect of the story and the dystopian world in whi...
Ever since my first sexual experience with another person at the relatively late age of 21, I have not had the desire to be a conventional heterosexual man. Decades later, I reflect and conclude that I avoided a huge burden. My first experience was with an older man who knew more about what I needed than I did. Meeting him after a long day of hitch-hiking a...
Because Viktoria wanted to keep her occupation a secret, she travelled seventy kilometres by bus each morning to a city where she knew nobody. Today was the first of November and the familiar landscape was lost under a covering of still pristine snow. Gazing through the bus window, Viktoria's thoughts turned to Ivan, her husband of two years. He had change...
My name is Jan Thomas, and I am a History 12 teacher in public school. Life as a teacher when you look like me is filled with low grade annoyance. I stand about five seven, with long red hair, blue eyes behind dark rimmed glasses. It is the 48GG-40-46 curves that make teaching a mixed-race school in the city a trial. Teenage boys long on hormones, short...
(Please note that this story is bilingual and you can read the french version after the english one. / Cette histoire est bilingue, vous pouvez lire la version française après la version anglaise.) Welcome to this [Quest.] The principle is quite different from other multiple choice stories, you choose and influence the elements of the story by letting a comm...
The Political Prisoner and the Sympathetic Russian Guard Sergei was chained naked to the bed. He awaited his tormentor with stoic resignation. Natasia Primakova was the most beautiful of the guards at the secret prison. Her long black hair flowed down her back like the Don flowed through the Ukraine. Neither her leather gloves nor her long black coat could...
FOR M.H. (with hope) A room without light, heavy damask drapes over towering windows, refusing entry to the moon. You. Me. Summoned by He who controls; by He who is loved above all, just inside the doorway, knowing that it is locked behind me. Blind in the dark, blindness compounded by the black silk tied over my eyes, a condition of the invitation. I we...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
The relatively balmy, but still chilly, days of Summer gradually gave way to those of Autumn. As the oak and ash foliage changed hue, Ivory's life settled into a pattern as deceptively stable as Glade's had once been. She wasn't pleased that she'd become the chief's concubine, but the duty brought with it the benefit that she no longer had to accompany the o...
Intrepido - 217 P.R. Paolo Mauritz carefully examined the calendar. Although it was very nearly the 218th anniversary of the Glorious Revolution, no celebrations were being prepared on the Space Ship Intrepido. Nor were they on the other interplanetary battleships in the space fleet speeding onwards in diminished numbers towards the Anomaly. This was one ye...