[Note: Whether the narrator is female or male is up to the reader, the story works either way.] * Today I bought a barbarian. With his wild hair and bulging muscles, he looks ferocious and proud. But it appears that he's already been well broken, since he doesn't offer the least bit of resistance, whatever I bid. I sent him to the forest to gather wood, t...
He boarded the aircraft with barely subdued excitement and some trepidation as well. This was the last leg of the holiday of a life time. Les was circling the globe visiting online friends and putting even more substance in already real life-long friendships. However this last leg was the most important, he was about to meet the woman with whom he had falle...
I sat down and finally relaxed. After a hard day at work it was good to put my feet up. I flicked through the channels on the TV and left it on the news. My wife had made a lovely dinner and was now upstairs in the shower. I took another sip of my wine and looked at the glass for moment. This evening could end very nicely if I played my cards right. I went i...
Of course, the thesis. Finally. After pushing the work off, I only had 3 weeks to pull together two semesters of work. Luckily I was a fast reader, and I was able to pull together cohesive reports quickly. Friday night the fluorescent fixtures flickered as I poured over textbooks about financial scandals. The library was open 24 hours, and I fully intended...
It was November twenty second, 1962 at the Talbot's home in a small norther eastern town in Texas. Margery Talbot set a traditional Thanksgiving table, a snow white table cloths, the good china and silver flat wear to eat turkey with giblet gravy, Glazed ham, mashed potatoes, carrots, Brussels sprouts, German potato salad, green beans with bacon, dinner roll...
"The wetter, the better" answered Sean. "It can't be too wet for me!" This gave Stella the cue she was waiting for. "How wet can you stand it? Cunt juice wet, or piss wet?" Sean's face lit up. "Piss wet, please!" he shouted out. "But wait until my mouth's on your quim, first. I want to drink it all!" I watched with envy as Sean lay back and Stella positio...
"Tonight was going to be special," Shana thought miserably as she drove home from her waitressing job at PJ's Eatery in her beat-up 1985 Pinto, "but that idiot had to go and ruin it by not calling me this morning and on top of it all going to play poker with his scummy friends!!" She then slammed on the brakes, laid on the horn and lifted up her right midd...
It was dark outside. But it was always dark. The ever-present black clouds rolled forebodingly across the charred sky, the same way they did every second of every minute of every day. It was approaching nightfall now. The faint glow of the sun was fading, sinking down over the jagged horizon. The smoldering, skeletal remains of buildings cast twisted, mis...
Gwen and I arrived at Janet and Frank's home late in the afternoon. We had been asked by our friends to house-sit while they went away on vacation. We jumped at the chance to get away from the heat of the city and spend some quality time together doing what we wanted, when we wanted. After exchanging pleasantries and sharing a tasty dinner, we bid our friend...
Here I sit in this hotel, awaiting a Master that is supposed to punish me for being bad. I have to be punished to be able to go back Home. Luckily, a mortal here has agreed to bring me together with a Master than can punish and correct me with honor and respect. She believes He is an angel on earth. We shall see. I know that you are puzzled now, as I said a...