In a future world where almost all the men are sterile, I'm one of the few that are still fertile. So my job is basically fucking women for a living -- thousands of them, and maybe a hundred times as many women made pregnant by my sperm. It's not a perfect life, but it ain't bad.
A sci-fi story, but romantic. The less said the better...
A quote:
"Mistry always enjoyed this solo play, completely in command of the speed and pressure of the caresses..."
Paths not taken (1) Just what would it take to push a tolerant nation over the edge into into a state of intolerance, bigotry and hate. This is my take on what happens when darkness falls.
Sylvia was looking for a place to belong, and thought she had at her new job until she had trouble with her coworkers. Her boss seemed to understand, and offered Sylvia an all expense paid trip to the company retreat. At facility was wonderful, but after a stress free day, Sylvia finds her memories of the past changing. All the while her desire to submit and obey seemed to grow, somehow making her into a slave.