Part One: A Romantic Tragedy There is a room. The room is white. The room is a shining glow that envelops all colors. It is perfectly round, the curves of the room bathed in ethereal glow. In the center of the room lies a perfectly round bed. The gentle tapping of footsteps become louder as Cortez enters the round room. Under his right arm lie the sheets o...
Tonight is Turbo techno night, the fastest you can fucking get without combusting. The corset was tight, really tight .He liked it that way, so did I. I also liked the barely there vinyl skirt I was wearing, and the vinyl stilettos, I almost looked like a dominatrix. He loved that, He loved His innocent little slut looking like a strong willed dominant woman...
Authors note: I have edited this chapter as I prepare to finish off the story. It was originally written a few years ago and my style of writing has changed a little since then. While the content won't have changed much the reading of it should be smoother. Enjoy! ~Ellie Cities of Power Ch. 1 The Great War had taken its toll on the lives of the generations...
Simon loved wearing tight jeans. He loved going barefoot. He'd also recently started wearing club wear. He wanted to look like a club kid. Many people thought he was a bit of a fem, but he felt too insecure to try anything. He was twenty-five now and he'd just moved out of his mom's place and he was still cherry. "You like getting fucked by guys?" Karen...
Chapter Seven "Detroit!" Jacquie exclaimed as she looked up from the tour itinerary she'd been reading. "That's where our next gig's gonna be. I've always wanted to go there." "Home of the MC5 and Iggy Pop," remarked Judy Dildo. "And much more importantly," I said. "The home of Techno." "It'll be good to see Juan Atkins or Derrick May on the decks," said...
Chapter 9: Let's all go bi The day was gloriously beautiful. Simon was dressed in faded skintight soft denim jeans. Nice tight lowrise hugging his ass and hips. Scuffed Hippie flares touching the top of his barefeet. He wore a sparkly silver club wear top and of course, always a collection of sluttish bangles on his fem boy wrists. He threw a purple girlie...
We made our way over to the Brickyard Café. A large 3 story bar in Hartford Connecticut. The first floor was like a lounge area, the second floor had a long bar that runs the length of the building, and the third floor is a sports bar with lots of TV's and small tables and couches. It was now around 9:30 P.M. and the bar was beginning to get crowded. "Za...
The two men escorted me into a room with nothing but a bed, a toilet, blank white walls and a feeling of hopelessness. It looked like a prison cell. I had no idea what was going on, I was sort of scared and a little pissed. One man walked away and the other held onto my arms. They looked sexy, though, wearing what seemed to be "Men in Black" costumes. The ma...
(I hope you like this! Give me feedback and ideas for new stories! Thanks! --HKS) * He had been on to me for a while. He knew I sometimes fantasized about other women and encouraged me. "Let's go to one of those places," he said. "We can get a girl, anyone you like. I want her to go down on you. I want to watch." Whenever he brought this up, usually high...
*Editor's note: This story takes place about six months before A Frightful Night's Delight, special thanks to Falone for helping me with editing* Monica sipped her drink as she stood in the corner of the dark crowded room. The sound of techno music pulsed throughout the house as various partygoers danced, made out, or for the most part, just talked and hung...