Part 1 “Hi,” James smiled as he walked up to the woman at the front desk, “How you doing?” The woman pushed back her long dark hair, her expression changing from one of boredom to one of slightly more interested. “It’s quiet here today.” “It’s always like this mid-week,” He read her name badge. ‘Belinda’ was cute, but hours of selling entry tickets for the old gaol and museum appeared to be taking its toll. At least now she was smiling. ...
Author's Note: The story takes a little time to setup, but is worth the payoff in the end. I already have two more parts written and a general outline for several more. If this is well received I’ll post them. Part 1 Seeking arrangement. Samantha had pretty much given up on finding a sugar daddy. At first it seemed like it would be the perfect fix for her financial problems, but two months of lies, fake pictures, broken promises, no-show dates and one attempted rape had just about soured her on the whole idea. ...
Lin had always considered herself a bit of an outsider. In school she liked looking at boys as much as the rest of her friends, but she also had funny feelings when she looked at girls. One time another girl offered Lin ten dollars to make out with her in order to tease some boys, and Lin was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. And then there were the locker rooms. Oh, the locker rooms… ...
Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves. ...
Author's Note: A woman and her boyfriend playfully jockey for dominance. Lacey She woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. The sunlight beamed through the window to her right as its rays warmed her skin. She had left the window open to enjoy the warm night air and the smell of it as it wafted into her room. Now, during the day, the lukewarm breeze brought with it the light smell of the summer morning. She thought about what she might want to have for breakfast, and was excited about the dance rehearsal she had scheduled for today. ...
Author's Note: I could do a part 2, but I wonder if its better like this. His tongue flicked wildly against her clit as she bucked her pelvis against his mouth. Quick tingling sensations filled her body as he greedily sucked her clit between licks. “Oh my God…”, she moaned as her hands pressed his head deeper into her pussy as her orgasm surged, he held his breath and flicked his tongue faster against her. Finally, her tense arched back slammed down against she came, pressing his face even harder against her throbbing pussy. After several spasms, her body finally collapsed back down on the mattress, and she released his hair allowing him to breath again. He lovingly and slowly traced the outline of her clit as she panted and recovered. After a while of running her fingers through his hair as he cleaned her up, she finally pulled him off her and up to lie with her. ...
Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. _How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.* 1: “Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not. ...
Part One It was a little after four when the door of my hotel room opened. A perfectly manicured hand lifted the blindfold from the inner doorknob and quietly closed the door. I put down the book I was reading: BILL, THE GALACTIC HERO, and waited. She opened the door and confidently walked in, wearing the padded leather over her eyes. She pulled a small wheeled suitcase behind her. After locking the door, she quickly removed her blazer, blouse and skirt: carefully pacing them on top of her suitcase. Then she stood, facing the room…. ...
Monday Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation. ...
Author's Note: What can you find in this story: heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retirement facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sympathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls. ...