*** A Futuristic Adventure – with some Gratuitous Sex and Violence, of course *** Note: voting and comments aren't mandatory, but they are very, very useful in letting me know how I'm doing and how I can improve. Thanks... Chapter 1 A Rancher, a Procurer and The Matriarch – Post-apocalyptic Problems Morena had a problem. Production was falling off. A...
Chapter One: The ladies It was the monthly gathering of "Ladies Who Lunch," three women from the same small town in Ohio who had been friends since the first day of high school. Sherri was the only unmarried woman and had developed a taste for nightlife that occasionally scandalized her friends. Maria had gone on to a junior college, got married, dropped ou...
This seemed like the place. With this many cars parked outside it had to be. But for a party it wasn't very loud. Checking my phone one more time I look over the series of texts that Chelsie had sent me. I had never been that much of a party goer but she insisted that I come to this one. Apparently the girl who hosted them, Sandra, was rather selective about...
Mitch wasn't exactly sure how to respond to the woman who had draped herself onto his body but, in a second, he remembered what he and Lisa had discussed earlier before jumping into the dimension they were now in. So to Denise, the woman in his arms, who asked, "Hi, sweetheart; did you miss me?", he did what they said they would do: he stayed on his toes an...
Women have five levels of sex and save the top tier of sex for the very best of men. When it comes to having sex with women, men think that they know everything about having sex with women. I bet men don't know that, as far as women are concerned, there are five levels of sex. I bet men don't know that there's such a thing as level five sex, the top tier of...
She tapped three times lightly on the doorframe, just loud enough to get his attention. He glanced up from his work and looked at the young woman standing at the door to his office. For a few brief seconds he allowed his eyes to play over her body, appreciating the lovely creature. "You wanted to see me, sir?" "Ah, Ms. Taylor. Yes, come in, come in. Plea...
"Training Time" I learned a lot following my decision to become my husband's slut wife. Or, more specifically, his sexual property. The first thing I learned was that he didn't have a plan. At least, not one that was as fully developed as the one he'd followed over the weekend. He was unpredictable, scattered, whipsawing from kind and nurturing to kinky...
As she stripped in the hall, He came out of his study to observe. He leant on the door jamb with folded arms and a wry smile, his eyes tracing the fading purple bruises that striped her bottom. A week ago she would have felt shame at such scrutiny – at being naked before him. What a difference a week had made. Poor shy Claire hid in the cupboard with the clo...
This is the twenty-eighth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit). The year is 1983 and this episode focuses on the third part of our summer holiday following my graduation. This time we're in Greece and, becau...
I like touring. Truly. Seeing new places, getting wasted with people I don't know, fucking groupies, it's brilliant. The thing is, I never realized before how much bloody work goes into making a tour happen. That's what bands have managers and such for, right? I know now. Christ. I shall refrain from banging on about the months between Colin's moment of ge...