Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.03: Marcia Learns Why (Part 4)

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While everyone was eating, Lord Jacob continued. "I would like to get back to talking more about expectations, and the political implications of them. This is important to understand because it goes a long way to justifying the existence of this kingdom. We have to be more than just a support group, or, like the liberals would want us to do, we may as well just rely on the government when we need help.

"When you look at most of the social programs liberals want, you always end up with some variation on giving a street beggar the change in your pockets. This action allows the liberals to feel good when they do it, but there are no expectations placed on the beggar to improve his life. Whether liberals want to believe it or not, they are in fact paying the beggar to stay on the street and beg.

"And it gets worse. Liberals hate expectations so much; they even refuse to place any on themselves. They don't care whether their actions actually accomplish anything. They only care about whether people see that they care. In fact, the more they sacrifice and force sacrifice from others, the better they feel because it shows how much they care.

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.03: Marcia Learns Why (Part 2)

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Marcia began to wonder if that was the reason why Laura stopped going to college when Laura said, "They have probably already started serving. We better get going. Mistress Jennifer is having an introduction dinner for the girls she has just now taken on for initiation. I'm already a maiden, but I've been gone for nine months, so she wanted me to attend also."

They quickly threw on their dresses, and hurried down the hallway and a few flight of stairs. While Laura led the way, she asked, "I'm sure you have had a few dinners at the Lord and Lady's manor?"

"Yes. My family has had many dinners here." As Marcia replied, she recalled the large dining hall that her family always ate in. It was often filled with up to a hundred people or more. The meals were always fantastic, and there was always a constant roar from all of the conversations going on at the same time.

Laura then led her into a room of the manor she had never been in before. It was a much smaller dining room that could probably only seat about ten people. "This is their casual dining room where they eat when they are not entertaining."

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.02: Marcia Learns Submission (Part 1)

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This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Chapter 2: Marcia Learns Submission

As Lady Jennifer led Marcia to the Jacuzzi, she reached out and pressed the button on an intercom. "Laura? Please come in and lend a hand." She then carefully sat Marcia down on the edge of the tub.

Marcia's pain on her bottom and thighs was at once intense and numbing. As she watched Lady Jennifer turn on the jets in the tub, the idea of getting into it seemed both soothing and harrowing.

While Marcia was trying to decide whether to get into the tub, in walked a young woman with long, wavy, dirty-blonde hair. She was dressed in what could only be called a caricature of a French maid uniform. It was very skimpy; exposing her ample bosom from just above her nipples. The skirt was so short that all of her black, stocking-covered legs were in full view, including the garters holding them up. To finish off the look, she had on 3-inch stiletto heels. 'Not very practical for maid work.' thought Marcia.

The Falls by Tristan Kane (MC, MF)

She slipped and her foot dangled over the edge of the muddy trail and hundreds of tiny rocks cascaded against the valley below causing her heart to beat in her chest knowing she was just seconds from death. At this moment, she realized that the warning signs posted at the trails entrance and along the trail itself were not just a cautious attempt to curb tourist attention, but a truly dangerous warning. Her husband reached her just in time, grabbing her hand with his and hoisting her back up to the narrow dirt trail above the green lush valley below. Holding her close with her orange bikini covered breasts pressed into his shirtless body gave her the comfort she needed and he said “That is why this trail and waterfall have been off limits to the public since 1999.” Her chest expanding, she finally was able to catch her breath. Her grip on him was as tight as ever and he leaned down to kiss her providing a sense of security she had felt often when they were together. The adrenaline flowing through her veins did little to subdue the burning in her legs that was caused by the long hike into one of the most secluded spots on the northern shore of Oahu. The hike to Sacred Falls was not only dangerous but was said by the locals to be haunted by the Hawaiian demigod, Kamapua’a. The mischievous demigod was said to be the cause of the 1999 landslide that took the lives of 8 visitors. They had chosen this spot for its seclusion and of course for the danger. The old rusty yellow gate at the entrance displayed a sign warning visitors of the danger that lie ahead, but they didn’t heed its warning.

FM – Damien Black (Futuristic Erotic Crime)

Here are the opening chapters to something I'm working on. Let me know if you'd like more:

INTRODUCTION

He didn’t know where he was, but the transporter had hummed along for nearly an hour. He already knew he was in deep, deeper than usual, but this meant bad news. Usually he’d try to run, a simple white and blue picking him up (if they could) before even ID’ing him, but this time was a different story. Both hands were locked in code protected, aeon cuffs, same as his ankles – the finest 22nd century shackles tax payer money can buy. The techies don’t skimp on the fail safes, not anymore, he thought. Suddenly, the ship began to shake. Vibrating, deep noise filled his ears and those of the four armoured men sitting in the back watching him as they hovered into landing position. After a moment of chugging gears and steam, they set down softly, the engine calming into an electronic hiss. The watch team told him to stand up. I was just getting comfy, he said. The back gate slid open quickly to show the ten guards waiting on his arrival, fully geared up. One stepped forward and signalled those inside to move out.

The Wind’s Pleasure [MF][group][first time][fantasy] And my first story!

Hey gang, hope you like it! And bonus points for anyone who can ID where the names come from!

Shallan sat on the deck of the Wind’s Pleasure basking in the bright noon day sun, sketching the ship’s crew as they went about their work. The tanned, shirtless sailors broiled around her in seeming chaos to her young, untrained eyes. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a pony’s tail to hold it against the wind and the salt spray coming from the side of the tall ship. Her sketch book rested on her lap, charcoal pencil in her hand. As she watched the sailors go about their work, she couldn’t help her eye being drawn to Yalb. Yalb was a little louder, and more broad in the chest than the other sailors. But what truly fascinated Shallan was the bulge coming from the front of Yalb’s pair of work shorts. Why did his shorts push out so, where the other sailors did not, weren't all men the same down there?

Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 18 [teen, various m/f combinations, m/m, lots of teasing]

Links to previous chapters are in the comments, if you're interested.

This story is purely fiction.


Chapter 18
Day 7 (Port Day), evening

"Well, that just fucking sucks."

Eric and Andrew stood just inside the door that led out to "their" hot tub in their swim trunks, and Eric was not happy. Every night that week, the group of teens had congregated in that hot tub, and now it was like holy ground. However, tonight, it was occupied by a group of college-aged kids who didn't look like they were going anywhere for quite a while.

"What are we going to do now?" Eric asked, exasperated. "Tonight's the last night of the cruise! I was looking forward to having one more night with the gang."

"We'll come up with something, don't worry," Andrew offered. He was getting upset himself, seeing how upset and disappointed his lover was.

"I dunno," Eric said as he ran his hand through his hair. "This was like… This was OUR place. Not theirs," as he jabbed a finger towards the hot tub. "Why couldn't they find somewhere else to go?"

Selling It To The Suits (F, mast, group voyeurism)

Hey guys! If you like my work, I will be publishing work on Amazon in the near future. If you'd be interested in being on a mailing list I'm working up, so you'd know when I uploaded a story, just PM with your email address and I'll add you to it.

Hope you enjoy!

The last of the suits took a seat, completing an unbroken chain of old white faces that could not have looked interested if their lives had depended on it. I suppose it was fortunate then that they didn't – just mine. Mine and Amber's. Her livelihood and mine, all curled up in the hands of twenty baby boomers who would retire to million dollar homes whether they gave our product the shitcan or not.

Speaking of, I shot Amber a quick glance and saw her fidgeting with the fabric on her skirt. I smiled, but received nothing in return. It wasn't anything malicious, that much I could tell from her glazed over eyes. She may have been looking in my direction, but the only thing that girl could see was the presentation ahead of her, facts and figures racing through her mind at a million miles an hour.

My first foray into the world of Erotic Fiction… Figured I may as well tackle the library cliche at my first chance. Here goes… Let me know what you think! (Part 2 in the comments)

In the library…

The day had finally come, when we were assigned our group project for the Modern Social Issues class. I'd had my eye on you for months, since first sitting down in the class late in August. Never quite being able to work up the courage to talk to you, I thought that this might finally be my chance…

The professor told us that we were to choose our groups on our own outside of class, and as the clock finally ticked past 11:55, I jumped for the door, hoping to catch you outside.

I saw you walking past me and I didn't quite know what to do, the best that I could manage was following you from afar, out of the building and down the walkway past our building. I was 15 feet behind you, eyes locked on your amazingly tight figure, and your ass swaying so invitingly in your tight white pants… Then, out of nowhere, opportunity struck.

Artistic License {Part 2} [FM, mast] [FF] [first person]

You can start reading here if you skipped Part 1, but since you may want the whole story I'll put links to the other parts in the comments.

I got to the ceramics department quickly, hoping to make up for the time I'd lost that morning. I was looking forward to this project far more than I had expected.

The department advisor met me when I walked in and apologised: "There was a slight mishap earlier this morning: we had a group of local high school students in before dawn for a tour, and one of them broke a small container of paint by the cubbies and . . . " she gestured to the row of shelves and I saw where the paint had spilled, dripping just a splash of paint on the head of my figurine. I stared at in shock, as the advisor apologised again and said to see her if I needed more clay for my project. I nodded, dazed, and walked over to my clay statuette. I picked her up, and touched my finger to the now dry paint, bright pink on her curly hair, right where the shock of pink had been in my girlfriend's hair this morning.