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Once we were all in his office, Evan shut and locked the door. Something was clearly wrong. I sat in one of the squishy leather chairs and hugged my knees to my chest. I had an uneasy feeling about what was coming. Evan was standing with his back to us, looking out the big picture window into the night. His shoulders were tense and I could feel worry and anxiety coming off him. "That was the head of the Council on the phone. They want Kimberly presented to them at the next conclave." Now...
The supple redheaded beauty stirred at the sound of his voice and moaned softly under his expert caress, her emerald eyes darting behind fluttering eyelids. With the sharp pinch, Amethyst sat bolt upright in his lap, her back arching as her eyes flew open and she let out a startled cry of pain, music to her master's ears. She looked at him with a confused and hurt expression and found him smiling at her, a satisfied look on his face and his steel blue eyes practically gleaming with...
Introduction: This is my first story, so any constructive feedback would be great. I also want to state that this is a complete work of fiction and I in no way condone this type of stuff in rl. This story is based off a series of role play stories that a really good friend of mine and I did a while ago. I was the Amethyst character. If these type of themes offend you, dont read it, its that simple. In fact, if it offends you, what are you doing on this site in the first place, lol. I hope you...
"Sounds like a pack of tigers, cheerin' on a cat fight," Charley chuckled, but he couldn't help wincing at a particularly loud yowl from the council building. They had been escorted here by a file of grimly alert warriors soon after daybreak. The small cottage they waited in was close by where the council met, and Phil strained to hear what was being decided. "Can you understand what they are saying?" Luana peered out a window, looking fetching indeed in the furry kilt she had...
Pete didn't try to hurry as he made his way toward the main building. He had been up since just after the sunrise of EssChad's long day, and had worked straight through two full shifts on the repairs to his helicopter. EssChad's thirtytwo hour rotation made for too long a day for most people to adapt to, but he wasn't tied to any regular schedule. He had found that most days he could get along all right by following the usual base custom of taking three or four hours around midday to...
Eddie escorted us around the inside of the Community Center first. There were technically three restaurants attached to the main building. The first was called DeSade’s pantry. It was a simple walk-up service counter that sold ready-made meals, groceries, and the like. The only difference was a few women were shopping in the nude, and the cashier was bottomless. Simon asked how do the women pay for the items in the shop if they are naked. “The women bend over and spread their butt cheeks...
The council and government of the Federation had gathered in full array and presence. Only Norse was absent, and no one was concerned about that. The monumental moment was coming as they waited to meet the new President of the Federation. It had been long before the war began, since there had been a President. Aphelia met Rainer as the group exited the space cruiser Prime. It was plain to all how happy Rainer was to see his wife again. He was very excited. Since no one wore clothing in this...
Erin showed up about ten minutes later. When she did, I felt the overwhelming urge to take her clothes off and fill her to the brim as well, but I held onto the sink and just watched her as Renée explained what had happened. Erin looked at me with concern. "Love, you look like you're in pain. Is there anything I can do to help?" I didn't bother hiding my thoughts. "I really just want to strip you down and have my way with you, like I did Renée. Until this meeting is over, it will...
"Ugh," Trip groaned after another long meditation session. "Two and a half hours, I think I'm getting the hang of it." "You did well," T'Pol reassured him. "We should add some furniture to that white space of yours," he said. "Meaning?" "I mean it's nice to be with you in your mind, but all we can do is stand, sit or walk around in that white space, can't we add some scenery?" "That would be possible, but it would also distract from the main purpose of meditation." "I...
The new Council Hall in the Royal Palace was much better suited for discussions, Macro found. King Odar had re-dedicated one of the rarely used audience rooms. There was no throne, just a large horseshoe-shaped table that could easily seat thirty people. King Odar sat in an upholstered chair at the apex, and his closest advisers had seats to his left and right. The Queens, starting with Regula, flanked him to the left side, whilst the Princes sat to his right. The Royal Ministers sat next to...
Liz Prosser was in her office in the Town Hall. She had spent the afternoon in a hotel room with Marion Carswell. During their joint trip to the Maldives they”d recognised that their sexual needs matched even better than they”d first believed and that afternoon they had indulged themselves. Carswell was a dominant woman in her work and in her play and Prosser had the red arse of a well spanked sub. Her chair, soft though it was, did not make her comfortable but the constant reminder of the...
LesbianThe Family Council By Daphne Xu We were almost finished with dinner, when Dad glanced at Mom. Mom nodded her head. Dad announced, "We are going to have a family council, as soon as dinner is finished and everything's cleaned up. We'll meet in the living room." That sounded serious. We'd never had anything like that before -- a family council? Sure enough, after I helped Mom clean up (it being my turn) we all met in the living room: Mom, Dad, our eighteen-year-old sister...
HumorIt was a busy week. The mages showed up the day after I had opened the secret passages. It was early in the morning and I had climbed out of my crowded bed and started making rounds of the injured from the day before. As I was leaving the bunkhouse slash stables I saw them enter the gate. There were four of them and they walked as if they owned the world. As they came up to me they were abrupt, “boy, where is this entrance to the Keep passages?” I looked them up and down slowly which...
-The Arena- James and Goliath were having a daily training session and exchanging some blows. James was like a blur as he shot forwards, released a few blows then flittered back like a gust of wind. To Goliath’s great consternation, James had recently been practising his control over two elements simultaneously. After some recent brain scans, they’d figured out that having an unlocked element that wasn’t building with the rest had been limiting him. After he found and acknowledged his...
Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do ?Well, I know a lot you guys don?t find Janeway hot and sexy but I happen to do. Well when I was a younger man and she was younger. But I still find her kind of sexy for a mature woman. So sue me for using my talent to have a little fun with what I consider a hot older babe. I enjoyed writing it. How you enjoy reading it.???????????????????????????????? ??? ??????????????? CAPTAIN JANEWAY CAPTAIN?S...
CONTRIBUTION TO THE COMMUNITY By Brat / edited by Umgestalten Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between this story and any actual person, living or dead, is coincidental. The story contains mature subject matter. Transformation themes from human into animal and other mature themes are included within. If you would be offended by these, please don't continue! SUNDAY AFTERNOON The black coaches, driven by young Amish men, rattled through the...
[This is what a teacher of mine would call a lesson story. Not a sex story, a cheating wife story, BDSM or anything like it. I found out six years after my previous wife cheated. When I found out I also found out that there were at least a dozen ‘friends’ of mine who had known all along. They weren’t family or in community with me. They aren’t with me at all, now.] * ‘I think of all of you as my family. I look at each of you and my heart fills with hope and prayers for your best good.’ The...
“So, honey,” Cheryl smiled at me uncertainly. “What do you think?” There was a loaded question. Cheryl and I had been married for the last 5 years. We were neither of us virgins when we met. I had been working in an electronics store doing board-level repair, and she was working down the street as a secretary in a furniture business. We met at the coffee cart on the street on the way to work. We had started simply by meeting at the cart, and chatting as we were waiting for our coffees. She...
Chapter 5 I stood there in the open doorway with my mouth wide open, unable to say a word. "Well don't just stand there," Ed told me, as he entered the house and went over to where Gene was sitting on the sofa. "You're wasting a perfectly good opportunity here," he grabbed Gene's cock and started pumping it up and down, drawing a few beads of precum as a result. He plucked the first one with his finger and licked it up. "Tastes good to me," he said. "You sure you won't be joining us?" After...
The Community By Paul G. Jutras Paul had trouble fitting in with his family. He knew he was different since he was born. His mom was glad that her husband was dead so he could not to see how his son dressed. Once they accepted his long hair at school and what he wore at home things became a little boring. Having mom return from work to find Paul on the couch doing his toe nails was how it was like as long as Paul...
A council of war was convened in Dorwich House in London immediately after luncheon. Those present, in order of age and influence on the council were: Minerva Raines Tarleton, Marchioness Stroud, Deborah Tarleton Farnsworth, Countess Standish, Lenora Walton Tarleton, Countess Dorwich, Anne Tarleton. The last named girl had no experience to offer the council, but was included as a courtesy since it was her Season which was being plotted. Gatherings much like these were occurring all over...
Authors note. First, I would like to thank all those who left feedback about the first and to be honest what was going to be the only, part of this tale. There were lots of people who said that there was no retribution for Jeremy and the others in the close, and many said that the MC waited far too long to pull the trigger and that the police should have been involved after the drugging etc. I will say this. In my mind, the MC’s prime and indeed only consideration was extracting himself and...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The summer of 1890 was to be the start of my new life. At fifteen years of age, I was to be presented to society and I had expected that I would then be considered an adult. That, at long last, I would have a say in my own life, my own destiny. That was not to be, though. I was still just a doll to be dressed and used as decoration in the home of my powerful parents. I was made up and dressed and used to impress the visitors who came...
(Author's note: And now for something completely different! When I first started writing this stuff, I read a story, Runaway, here on SOL. I loved the story. The author and I have emailed back and forth a bit over the years and he and I talked about interweaving the characters of Runaway with my girls in Community. Here it is. Be advised that Duncs is British, so you get a bit of different slang and a different tone, and he insisted on using the wrong spellings, like 'colour' and...
Beck’s turn: My mother is coming to Alabama. Oh, it’s happened before, but this time it’s even more special. My daughter is twelve, almost thirteen, and we are overdue for the bat mitzvah. For you who might not know, for a Jewish girl, twelve is the year of her entry into womanhood. Yes, this has been the year, physically, too, for our Rachel. She got her period a few months before, something that I find rather like a validation of the concept. The whole thing boils down to a night at the...
The house was like any other shabby old semi-detached building you might find on an English council estate... there had been little evidence of care in the garden with old newspapers and rubbish lying around in the tall, unkempt grass at the front. "Yup", I thought, "you wanted a real slapper, you damn well got one!" Inside had not been any better, as soon as I had stuck my tongue down Kerry's throat for the umpteenth time already that night (and groped her arse again), the stale stench of...
Introduction: This is a follow up to my Council Retreat Day 1. I wrote this one before Day 2 because this is what was swimming around in my head. I may get to day 2 at some point. Again. this is a total work of fiction and if it offends you, dont read it. I would never wish this upon a real person. Amethyst is a virual character I once portrayed with a very good friend of mine playing my master. I hope you enjoy it. Erebus led an unbound Amethyst into the main hall. The amphitheatre was packed...
Arnie Miller was an anachronism, a successful regional newspaper editor with his feet planted firmly in the middle of the 20th Century. Unreconstructed, he smoked and drank alcohol in the office despite both being illegal or against company rules. He wore a creased suit, his tie loose and his hair ruffled. He was rude and played the “nobody is as busy as me” card.‘What’ya got, Charlie?’He spoke like an American cliché despite being English Westcountry born and bred. It was all bluster really....
Lesbianthis happened in 1990I went up to a friends house and he said he had to go out and did I want to go with him, I said "Ok". We drove a few miles to his mate's house which was in a rough area of town on a notorious council estate, where even the bad guys walk round in two's. Soon as we arrived there was a load of activity in and around his house.Parking up, we got out of the car and my friend said "I'll intoduce you, he's alright", As he introduced me we had a chat and a laugh and he said to my...
Judy Bondi looked around the room she'd been led to and marveled. There was no other word for it, she marveled. The room had a high ceiling; there were windows along one side that let in lots of afternoon sunlight. There was a small alcove off to one side with a bed in it. A bed with the most wonderfully soft mattress she'd ever known in her life, and huge pillows that covered the headboard. Off to another side of the room, another small niche, with what passed for a toilet and a tub....
Chapter 12 Later the next day, after the three of us had all showered and the Lister's had left, I stood at the kitchen sink getting some water when I heard a knock on the front door. There stood Gene and the administrator of the Community, Winston Jefferson. I'd met Winston briefly the day I'd moved in, but hadn't really had a chance to chat with him. "I hope you don't mind us stopping by, Mike," Gene said. "But we were just down the street and Winston said he'd like to get to know you a...
MY GATED COMMUNNITY Sleazy Blonde, 2021 I was enjoying a leisurely Saturday afternoon reading a mystery novel in our living room when the doorbell rang. We hadn't been expecting anyone. I took a quick look around the room; everything seemed neat, tidy, and put away. I saw my three-hour hourglass was nearing its end. I sighed and put my novel down. I welcomed Kim, Lisa, and Mary into our home. They were wonderful neighbors whom we had grown to know in the three months since we had...
It was the year 2001. 15-year-old Newt looked at himself in the mirror. He could see some of his mother Laverne’s African American features looking back, but also blue eyes and a lighter skin tone that must have come from his unknown father. He growled, angry. Why didn’t his mom ever tell him who his father was? Her insistence that she didn’t know didn’t make any sense! She said that Newt didn’t look like who she thought his father was, and she hadn’t been with any blue-eyed white boys. His...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Langdon Beech-Thorndyke III was 'a catch.' Mother and Father thought that he would be a perfect match for me. He was twenty three and I was fifteen. My parents hoped that we would become betrothed that summer and then a grandiose wedding would follow in three years after I turned eighteen. This was my sister's summer, though. Miranda would be married in August to a Vanderbilt cousin who she barely knew. The opulent affair...
Community Service: Chapter OneBy Posing SomdomiteBANG. BANG. BANG. "Sharon, get your lazy ass out of bed," Margo yelled between forceful knocks on the dorm room door. The fact she even had to go through this little charade agitated the young red head beyond words. There was no way in hell Sharon was still asleep, Margo was pounding loud enough to wake a corpse. The Blackberry in her back pocket started to vibrate, indicating a text message was received. Margo cursed very softly as she...
Terri’s turn: I’m telling this. It’s noon on a hot July Saturday and I’m standing in front of a roomful of people looking at me. I’ve done the ‘roomful of people looking at me’ thing many times. I guess the first couple of times I was nervous, but now I’ve done it in front of Google’s R&D and Raytheon’s R&D and a team from DoD. None of those was as impactful on my young life as this. I’m wearing a simple-lined linen dress, one that’s been worn by wives before me – Kimberly, Kara,...
Brother Samuel Xavier here. The big and tall, openly bisexual Black male author who has resided in the West Side of Brockton, Massachusetts for years. I feel quite sad while writing this because I will soon leave this community I’ve grown to care about. Simply put, life doesn’t stand still. You either move with it or you’re dead. My father, the charming sociopath who’s the leader of my family is encouraging my cheerfully psychopathic sister Hannah and I to move to Canada. Simply put, we’ll have...
BANG. BANG. BANG. "Sharon, get your lazy ass out of bed," Margo yelled between forceful knocks on the dorm room door. The fact she even had to go through this little charade agitated the young red head beyond words. There was no way in hell Sharon was still asleep, Margo was pounding loud enough to wake a corpse. The Blackberry in her back pocket started to vibrate, indicating a text message was received. Margo cursed very softly as she fished the phone out of her designer jeans. sorry. sick....
InterracialI really hated the community pool in our housing development. Well, not actually the pool itself, but the fact that the place seemed to always be overrun with screaming kids and surly teenagers. I really wanted to be able to swim laps and get some sun while reading (and quaffing the occasional adult beverage); but found these tasks to be hard to accomplish due to the aforesaid. I was seriously thinking about giving up my pool membership, when a petition made its way to my door. Apparently, a...
Straight SexKeith Spencer looked up at the clock on the wall and sighed. The crew-cut eighteen-year-old couldn't believe that only thirty minutes had passed of the eight hours he was required to put in at the Roosevelt Park Tri-County Help Center. For perhaps the hundredth time this month alone, he asked himself how he had gotten into this fix. A few years back, the local school board had passed a requirement that every student have a hundred hours of community service in order to graduate. While it did...
Comes a time when a story needs to be halted. I, as a hack writer, have enjoyed the three stories, Cindy, Nikki, and Christina, that led to the formation of the group that became our Community. During the course of the story, we dragged in the characters from Melodic Redemption. Now I'm pulling in Kimberly 2.0. This isn't the end of the community. This is just the end of the first part of Community. Trust me, the story will go on as Community Too. Look for it. And remember Community.
Still Tara’s turn: I have a lot to worry about, these days. However, no more “pitiful me” anymore. A little red-headed fireball grabbed me by both ears, shook some sense into me, and introduced me to “Never-never-land” (not the Michael Jackson version, thankyouverymuch.) In this case, it’s the 3Sigma “Community”, where all the girls are geniuses, they all fly airplanes, have their own airfield, all that. And we’ve been arranging my move here, and my return to an Auburn education. A...
Part-Time Ponygirl Ponygirl for Hire?By: Long JohnsonNote: This is a work of fiction, derived entirely from my own imagination.? Any similarity between any persons living or dead is strictly coincidence, or my good luck.? I?ve never been to Arizona, I just picked it because my atlas was open to that page when I picked up. This is written in several parts (8 so far) so all of the characters listed are not in each part.? I wrote this before the Kari series. Characters at Ponygirl...
Esme rounded on her. "Marjory, girl, you have just GOT to tell us what that was all about! It sounded so weird, what you were saying, that we must know what the other end was. It sounded like your fella was on his knees!" Marjory started to tell her sad tale, about falling for her Derek, and making love with him, in the expectation that he was the love of her life and they would get married eventually. She had had a series of shocks. It was a shock to discover how unyielding her parents...
Maddie's Turn: I'm in COLLEGE! Yes, little Maddie Reynolds is in college. And I'm YOUNG for it. I'm two years ahead. It's because of the hurricane, you know. The hurricane hit last year and the storm surge pushed a wave through our high school and forced us to go to school at the nearest high school that was undamaged. Now you have to understand that I live in one of the least populous parishes (that's counties in the other forty-nine states) in Louisiana, so we're not talking about...
Dana’s turn: I’ve been through a lot of changes since I turned fourteen almost two years ago. Living with Mom. Mom incarcerated. Living with Gramma – a huge step up in Dana’s quality of life. Connecting with Ed. Even more huge. Meeting the Community. Marrying Ed. Moving us to Alabama. All that’s good. Really good. I’m loving the environment. Ed’s loving it, too, and Gramma’s married and she’s teaching her last, greatest class. None of her students here has an IQ that isn’t measured high on...
He waited, then listened to a reply. "Right. Thank you. Please note that he is about to be arrested, so we don not want him leaving." He closed the call. "Thanks, Ruth, for reminding me. He will not be able to leave now. Now we just hav e to pick him up. Where will he be?" "This time of day? Probably heading out for his evening meal, either at home or in a restaurant. Do we know if he is married?" "The data we got for him does not mention any spouse, so presumably not," replied...
It had been three months since that fateful encounter with the erotic truffle, which had afflicted village schoolteacher Trevor Defreitas, Annabel Montford, a former pupil of his on Earth, her two younger sisters Tracy and Dinah, and their tour guide, Amelia Cross. That accidental exposure, in a shared meal, led to a night of drug-fuelled sex between Trevor and all four girls. Afterwards, upon considerable reflection, the girls realised that apart from all three sisters losing their...
George and Marina helped Georgina clear out her flat. Most of what she kept were pieces of inexpensive jewellery that she liked; her photograph albums; and mementos of Amelia’s childhood. George declared that it would be easy to copy the photos on to a digital file and keep them on a memorystick, as well as being available on her phone. They decided to deal with that on George’s computer at home. Georgina asked, “George, can we eliminate my late husband from some of the photos, when we put...
Nanny’s house was a small, two bedrooms, wooden framed one near a cotton mill. She and my great-grandfather had worked at the mill. Back in those days, the companies felt it was best to have workers that lived near the mills. They built what was called mill villages, dozens and hundreds of basic houses near their plants. Then they sold them to the workers, taking mortgage payments out of their paycheck each week. The South is dotted with the remnants of these kinder, gentler days. By the time...
Krista made good on her promise and they made passionate love that night. Another good thing coming out of the night was Mike met a guy who talked to him about a new drug being used to increase height. Frank was his name and he said he used to be 5'6" and now was 6 feet tall and all this in his 40's. He had a very attractive wife that worked with Krista and she was wearing very tall heels as she stood next Frank. She was 5'6" she said as she looked up a couple of inches to Frank. ...
It was in the late 70’s and I was visiting my cousin in the south during spring break. The worst of the segregation issues were over but there was still tension in that area. I had longish hair and was very buff as a member of my schools swim team, but was out of action due to an injury. In those days it was common for swimmers to shave all their body hair to reduce drag in the water. I was even shaved in my pubic region after an event by two team mates who ended up with me giving oral...
Hi folks, another week, another tale of love gone wrong. I'm still shocked that I got away with naming the hero of last week's story Daniel Boone and no one caught it. As A warning I have to tell you that this one includes some violence. But in the end it's only a story. Only imaginary people were injured during the story and even they got back up and went home after it ended. So for those of you who don't like to see things like that, this one probably won't be your cup of tea.For the...
Cindy's Turn: Nuts! I think it's just nuts! The word is one I picked up from my husband. He uses it because he doesn't use a lot of other, coarser, words. There are others: 'chaotic' comes to mind. 'Barely expected' works too. It's like this: Nikki and I both ended up sitting in Doctor Wilkins' office – that's 'Bren' – of the math department. "Ram's vacationing back in India, or he'd be here too," Bren told us. "He's in on this. So's Doctor Patel. Big part of it is her...
Dan Granger's turn: It's great when you've been on the road for a couple of days and you make that final turn back home, knowing that you've got a nice clean place to stay and you've got somebody waiting there who loves you and is waiting for your return. Jason and I had been in North Georgia. That's the southern state of Georgia in the USA, not the one in Europe that birthed Stalin, in case you're wondering. The little regional electrical cooperative is in the process of upgrading...
Derek’s turn: Tara says I shouldn’t be so obvious. She’s talking about Rachel. The first time I saw Rachel Weismann, I recognized Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, same face, same crazy hair. But Rachel’s eyes are blue and her hair is more brownish. In the movie, Hermione’s is more red. Kind of like Mizz Tina’s. “You’re too young to be in love,” Tara said. We’d been living back in Auburn for a month when that conversation happened. “I am a little younger than Cindy was...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport' ~ "The day of Miranda's wedding was cloudy and overcast, so perhaps Aunt Ada had been correct. Perhaps God would not waste a beautiful day on a wedding that would lead to a loveless marriage. Instead of using the vast tents that had been erected on the lawns at Golden Bluffs, everything was moved into our grand ballroom, which was large, but could not accommodate everyone who'd been invited. So, tables were also...