Marilys, a beautiful woman with long flowing black hair, full bosom, a rich complexion, stood alone in the open courtyard. The sun had been beating down on her for nearly an hour, but she didn't move. She couldn't move because she was commanded by a Master of the Crimson Mansion to stand on that exact spot until she was told to move. This was the beginning...
Winter on the Kent farm has always been a magical time. The white ocean of snow that surrounds the farm gives the impression that the farmhouse becomes an island in this vast sea. And inside the house the feeling of isolation is the same. Lois Lane, the wife of the current farm owner was sitting in front of her laptop re-reading the documents she had just re...
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...
Lois is one of the six ladies who enjoy men with anteater cocks. No one under the age of twenty in this story. *** My phone rang and when I checked the number it indicated Lois, a woman I had met a few days ago, was calling. "Hello Lois." I said. "How are you and what can I do for you?" "Hi John. If you're not busy I'd like to come over and see you for...
I don't want to give my name. I am a forty-four year-old suburban mom. I work in the city at a good job. I have been married for eighteen years. I have two children, aged fifteen and seventeen. I love my husband and my family. I am a devoted mom and very active in our upscale community in Connecticut. I am also owned by a stranger I met on the internet....
Like all young men these days, from the earliest onset of puberty Mikhail has been under a curfew, under strict instructions to be home by dusk, and like many from wealthier families he wears a belt beneath his jeans, the key kept between the breasts that nurtured him as a babe. Because you can't trust men. They can't 'keep it in their pants'. We learned th...
I was at her mercy. My limbs had been bound to the bed posts. The restraints weren't painfully tight, but it was enough to hold me down. Miss Garcia straddled me, her thick thighs brushing mine. She curled down and whispered gently 'Relax, you are about to enter the bazaar of dreams'. Prior to this bizarre situation, she was somewhat baffled. 'Mathew, I kno...
I have always wondered why a woman would give in to blackmail for sex rather than just refuse. But the look in my wife's eyes changed my outlook on that subject. It started a few months ago, while we were on vacation in Seattle. We had left the kids with family and took a long weekend for ourselves down in the big city. We decided that we hadn't let loose in...
Soames wondered some days if he should've gone into heating and air conditioning installation as his brother had. The field Soames had chosen, or that chose him, had its emotional rainy days. Rina Blumenthal smiled at Soames uncertainly. She was unattractively attired in a velour pantsuit that did not well mask her forty "few extra pounds" as she probably p...
All my adult life, and I am nearly 65 years, I have heard and read some women complain about what they call “The double standard” but I have never been able to figure out what was meant by that. Actually, I knew WHAT was meant but I never could figure out WHY anybody thought such a standard existed. There may have been one many years ago, before I would have...