People who know me would probably describe me as a mild, down-to-earth, sensible chick with a wild streak at times. Of course, this wild streak is embodied by my disregard for what others think of me and my love for driving fast cars and taking my Harley out in search of a little trouble on a Friday night. As far as my family and most of my co-workers know,...
"Subject 2571, please report to Research Lab 7." The monotone voice said over the intercom. Danny sat up from the bed in his cramped room. He looked out the small window at the vast jungle beyond. He was a test subject in Camp 12 on New Alexandria, near the Sol System. His job consisted of pretty much anything the scientists asked him to do. Considering the...
I am Jack the Ripper. In a red ink pseudonym, I announced myself in letters to the Metro Police months ago. Later, on a cold November day; I sat on a hard-wooden stool, infamous. My writing table angled at forty-five degrees, I sketched her insides by candlelight, my last surgery. And all I could do was sketch them, reorganize them, like a bloody puzzle. A...
So far, several weeks into dating as a polyamorous triad, Matt, Amanda, and I were having an incredible time. The three of us spent our evenings together studying, having dinner, going on dates, and exploring each other sexually. Amanda knew that Matt and I weren't just boyfriend and girlfriend; Matt was my dominant and I was his submissive. She wasn't total...
Part 1 -- the meeting Thelma Branson had been afflicted with severe acne since her early teen years. As a result of the red swollen blotches on her face and body she was almost never asked out and never twice. She had had sex, but not of the type most girls her age had known. Now at 18 she had become shy and embarrassed by her complexion almost to the point...
Hey—I am not a saint, but if a woman had sex with me, I would keep my mouth shut for many reasons: from pragmatic and selfish such as not to tarnish my reputation and not to spread rumors about myself, or because if I talk I would possibly get divorced, or because if I talk she would not continue to have sex with me; to religious reasons such that a person s...
Thanks for choosing to read my story, which is hopefully the first installment of a series. It does include quite a bit of heavy stuff, so be forewarned, and please do not continue if it's not legal for you to read where you live. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living,...
Still strapped tightly to the table, I looked fearfully on as she twisted the long needle between her fingers showing it off to me. "Guess what this is for, b." she said. "I can't guess, Mistress." I replied, but in truth, I didn't want to guess. "It's a jewelry accessory for you!" she announced with a snort and giggle. "Let's put it on you and see how it...
Men are the root of all things evil. They are by nature, aggressive and warlike, and they try to dominate each other. The peaceful, idyllic existence they enjoyed on the island was only made possible by the near extinction of the male part of their population. Once the women were in charge, working together instead of fighting each other, of course there was...
I'm a cowgirl, in an almost literal sense of the word. Now I've never ridden a horse or hogtied a pig, but I think I've more than earned that title. It started a few years ago. I was dating this guy named Seth. He wasn't all that bright, but he was nice enough and very good looking, so I figured we could have some fun for a while. It didn't take him long to...