"...And that concludes our Valentine's Day episode. You've been listening to The Padded Parasol, where we talk about everything padded from diapers to bodices; bonnets to onesies. Your penultimate adult diaper roleplay and retrofuturist nerd podcast. Whether you are a Steampunk Stinker, or just a fan of frilly and crinkly things, The Padded Parasol wants to hear from you! I'm your host, Derpy Murphy, and we are at the top...

Dissociate with me, lover. I do not crave another. I have an undying lust For you, who has earned my trust __ Let us build a nest Where our souls can rest; Listening to the sounds Of our voices in unison, Is hypnotic. I am reeling, Spinning, Weaving Worlds; Quixotic. Despite the fact That our lives are apart By oceans Land or Time. I yearn to make you mine ___ Make a home with me, A polyamorous polygon For three, maybe fo...

Dianne Cummings was head of the Christmas Party Planning Committee for her church. She was excited about it the first months but now… she was standing in the dairy section having a crisis of faith while having a staring contest with the cow mascot on a gallon of milk. “Uhm, Ma’am?” The young grocer asked as he adjusted the yogurt he was stocking. “Maybe I should call it ‘Is this Dystopia What Our Lord Would Have Wanted Ch...

“On your knees…” The crisp edge in the Dominant’s voice made the submissive gulp slowly then nod quickly while scrambling to obedience. Watching as pants unzipped and a thong the colors of the Somalian flag pulled to the side. “Put that prettyboi mouth to work.” Eagerly, the submissive buried their face into the wet mound, sucking and licking greedily. Afterwards, the submissive looked up, with doe-big eyes. “Does this ma...

You are a cyborg A mecha minded thing Why wouldn’t you be attracted To those who have proficient knowledge in engineering Why wouldn’t a curious thing such as you not crave A master, to make them better? A solution oriented scientist that holds in their mind the key And knowledge both to your Evolution and your Annihilation? The word Engineer holds within it the same resonance as words like generate, genesis, and genie So...

‘Asr Menos, a thin, rat tail of a man, glared at the hijabi, arms across his chest. He wore the same expensive tunic every day, thinking it made him look important, but deep down he was as dirt poor as everyone else in Bethlehem these days. He kept glancing at the altar to Zeus and Athena in the back of his stall, making sure the lamp was still lit. “It’s a sizable hole, Menos, what do you expect me to do?” Siroun demande...

deAngelo Brighton was one of the only ones at the party that knew that the party was actually for a wedding. Fitting, as that is something the Maid of Best Men ought to know. It was Halloween. It was Samhain. It was 3 AM. And at this point, the music was loud and penetrative. Everyone was in costume. deAngelo was dressed as the white rabbit who had seen better days as his white frizzy hair looked like doll fluff escaping...

Often. “You make me feel so alive that it drives me to kill. Not out of wrath but out of envy for others taking the precious and vital breath meant only for us,” he whispered, his stubble grazing mine. I gasped as his lips claimed mine. “So you see, you should fuck me so I don’t go out and make a mess.” Trove said things like that. “There’s a problem with that,” I countered. And meant it. “What problem?” His words frowned...

Legs opened like sails, on board The Carnal Promise. The Captain never felt a breeze as bold, as salty as her first mate’s musk. Tricorn hat hung on hard nipple, the writhing first mate, writhed in time with the sea’s sighs and swells. Above deck, unable to help himself, the crewman ordered to take the wheel, shoved his hand down his trousers, keeping one hand at the wheel, as the other finger-flicked his own clittoral ca...

“Majordomo Thorton, I want to go over the final details for the party tonight” “Oh flaming stars!” Ashima swore at the delay. “Now is not the time for you to be insolent. It isn’t that kind of party. This is an obedience protocols only party, my love” The silence that followed inflated with building fear. “Is this one of your practical jokes? The party doesn’t start til tonight.” "Your love?" Spoke an acidic voice from th...

Rose waddled her way to her car after having waved goodbye to her book club buddies. Starting up the 1987 Honda Civic that put-put-puttered its way home, running on E and in need of power steering fluid, she muttered a prayer that it got her back to her squished duplex on the lower side of downtown. The last thing she needed was to be stranded in this blistering summer heat. Arriving home, she took the keys out of her pur...

The apartment was swelteringly hot. It felt more like an oven with the stagnant air and the voyeuristic sunlight glaring into the living room through the crevices of the vertical blinds and the sheer curtain over them. Otherwise, the room was completely dark and every fan we owned was turned toward the couch bed where my roommate Sergei was sprawled out with no shirt or pants on and a sheet over his lap. He had one hand h...

The sound of the locks sealing off any escape. The feel of the crop on my skin, The heat of his body against mine, The dry grip of his hands Caressing, Squeezing, Spreading me open. Mouth Teeth Tongue Hands. Straps Crop Flog Whip. I am his attention now, The sole focus. He’s reading me, Monitoring my responses In - out goes my breath. Zipper going down, I writhe in my bindings As they hold me in place. His Thrusts, My Gas...

“Sir? You told me when someone named Ameline called to come get you? I know you’re in the middle of the meeting but you said she’d only call if it was urgent and--” “Thank you. You are exactly right. Please pardon me for a few moments, gentlemen, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” CEO Günter Midas Schuler excused himself to his corner office and picked up the phone. “Yes?” “Sir?” Hearing her voice on the other line...

“What the hell kind of a name is Tyrmin?” Gressil asked. He was met with a stony glare with a deadpan resting expression as Tyrmin exhaled the last of his cigarette smoke and smushed the butt of it into the plastic microwave container that no one had thrown away from some meal someone ate days ago. “Are you really going to give me shit about my name, Gressil??” With a roll of his eyes. “Touche. So are we going to bang or...