Ganymede was standing backstage, sweat pouring off of his face. All of the Gods were now seated except for the final all powerful four, and it was his job to announce them so that the evening could officially begin. Zeus and Hera sat impatiently in the Ruby Room waiting to be announced. Ammon-Ra and Hathor had arrived but were in the sapphire room, not wanti...
Mistress Ursula sat in her high backed throne. As usual she looked aloof, serene, confident, perfect. She was wearing black patent leather knee-high boots with polished steel 5-inch spike heels. A close observer would have detected a slight discolouration near the tip of those heels. Clearly the slave had inadequately washed his own blood from them with his...
My First Time Ch. 03 This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. Next up was the little story, "Why I love Wives." This is my fifteenth story in the Survivor Revival Challenge. I hope you like it. Personally, I'm wasting away in Paris, where shelter in place is u...
I was on the organising committee for our football club's Christmas party and after an excellent winter season we decided to do something special this year. Like always it was a guys only event, about thirty of us all in our late twenties to thirties, and mostly single. We hired our usual community hall. But as well as the usual beer and buffet, big TV scree...
Erica Chambers high heels clicked steadily as she marched towards the lab area of Vintage Port School for Girls. Her D cups bounced even more than usual in her hurried pace. Melvin tried to keep up while continually adjusting his throbbing boner in his slacks. Even though it was normal to see men walking down the halls of the all-girls school with thick bulg...
I want to thank MrWhiteTiger for his marvelous edits.M, thank you so much for 'liking' this. I don't know how I could continue to post without your help, friendship and everything else. For those interested, I've never tried absinthe, nor actually seen the ritual, but I've read a lot up on it. I may be wrong about the aphrodisiac properties, but come now,...
Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. The story was old, so old only naughty children at bedtime believed it. The story of Scott Hansen, multitrillionaire media mogul; the richest human ever to have lived during the Second Age of Human Space Exploration. How he laid claim to an obscure planet, conveniently located along the most popular trade route. How he bui...
The home that my wife, Barbara, had sold to the millionairess Keisha was a sumptuous mansion, set well back from the road, with high fences and a security gate. It also had a large swimming pool and various more shallow "conversation" and paddling pools. Barbara drove her massive Bentley Arnage into the area in front of the house. I was seated beside her, n...
Pain slashed through my body as the wolves pulled us to the ground. I heard my friends as their screams met mine, sharp teeth biting down into soft skin of our limbs. But the worse sound, a horrid sound, was the wolves as they tore my friends apart. All I could think after they had they had left was why did they leave me alive? I realized later they had lef...
Dedicated to Russ Meyer and American International Pictures * Chapter 1 Strip Club It was gone three in the morning and what little air there was in the Ooh-La-La Club was thick with smoke and sweat and the odor of stale beer. The joint was packed tonight: waitresses in tight hot pants and club tee-shirts sashayed around carrying trays laden with beer b...