Light Bond Stories

By 1920, the Chinese authorities in northeast China's Manchuria respond to the vast influx of White Russian refugees flowing into the city of Harbin, escaping the Bolshevik Revolution in Russia, by disenfranchising the refugees, making them nonpersons. They are on their own to thrive or die. Beautiful, small fourteen-year-old boy Pyotr survives by selling himself to an auction house serving men with a boy fetish and unusual sexual tastes.

Elder sister has just attended her younger sister's wedding. Now, she knows all the pressure is on her to bring home a Suitable Man.

A young man inherits a genie from his estranged, altruistic grandfather, expecting riches and power. But his twisted desires reshape their bond into one of dominance and submission, pushing the boundaries of morality and magic. As the genie struggles with loyalty and autonomy, her master revels in control, testing the limits of her obedience. Dark power games ensue in a tale of unchecked greed, raw temptation, and the haunting consequences of absolute power.

Martha and her father are looking for somewhere to settle when they hear of this town which is "different". Yes, it's true - it IS different!

A President of the United States gets involved with his younger sister, a lonely widow, after she takes on the role of official hostess for the White House.

An interracial tale of the agonizing downfall of an above average woman, wife, and mother. One man, and his carefully collected conspirators work to ensure that African-Americans don't lack representation among increasing numbers of underprivileged factions in America. Note that his plot does not represent the majority of blacks. I abhor racism in the real world, but I don't object to using a fetish trope in a sex-fantasy. Note 2: AI was used in the creation of this story. But I wrote 80% of it.

And so it was decided. The sorority sisters dressed up in their sexiest lingerie and got ready for the jocks to arrive. They dimmed the lights, set out some booze, and waited with bated breath. At 9pm sharp, the doorbell rang. Tiffany answered it to find a bunch of muscular black athletes grinning at her.