Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter X All good things….! ================================================= I gave in my notice the very next day. Not entirely to my surprise, it was accepted immediately, notice was waived and I was offered a generous severance package that alone dwarfed the measly salary the company had paid me pr...
Walmart or How To Pick Up Chicks In 14 Departments Want an athletic woman; try sporting goods. Want a good cook; try gourmet foods. Want a clotheshorse; try down the street at the Mall. Women in WalMart are cheap or is that thrifty. Actually, WalMart is cheap and women, not so much. Women's clothing. Does this outfit go with my skin tone? No, but it fits y...
Combatting sexism and patriarchy in the African-American community, that's every sister's concern. My name is Christine Soleil and I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Hartford, Connecticut. My parents Jean-Pierre and Lucinda Soleil moved to Connecticut from their hometown of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti when I was real young. As fa...
First off, thank you for reading, voting and commenting on my stories. Secondly, I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long on a new chapter. Real life reared its ugly head. By the time I was able to get back to this story, I had forgotten where I was and had to reread the previous chapters. I have one final chapter planned and I hope you don't have t...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or organization are unintended and entirely coincidental. There is no sex in this story. My aspiration is to set the stage for later installments that will be more exciting. ***** I had started my job as an associate at a large law firm in town in 2003. Although I had gotten outstanding r...
When I awoke, the first thing I saw were the blinking lights on the display panel of my Hibernation Chamber. The panel indicated that I was healthy, and that the chamber's hatch would open within a minute. The panel's timer and date readouts made no sense to me at all, but I felt fine. My naked body was pressed back against the soft padding of the chamber, s...
Joe E Hartley January 2020 Jack unpacked the final box the moving company had delivered. He surveyed his new home, this was to be his last move, at least while he was still upright. He now had fewer possessions, no garage, no power tools, and no garden. What he did have was a small two-bedroom apartment where one bedroom had no bed, but did have his easel...
Myth: ALL men, and any truly sexual woman loves intercourse more than anything, is always ready to go, and wants to get right down to it as soon, and often, as possible. This belief infests the fantasy life of erotic culture--read any issue of Penthouse Letters or the vast majority of erotic fiction and you’ll see evidence of this, often in the form of “...s...
Cinematic female-to-male impersonations have usually been meant to fool the characters on-screen but not the audience, which is typically in on the ruse. Critics have often raised the question of whether a woman can play a mature man with enough conviction to deceive the other characters (except in farce). Indeed, girls and women have more often been deploye...
There is another world that exists beyond the so-called "civilized" society we all take for granted. This world is no less tangible than its more mundane counterpart, yet most people are completely unaware of its existence. In what follows, I will attempt to recount the history of my journey into the bowels of the Masturbatorium. I do this for the sake of my...