Should there, by some rather peculiar turn of fate, happen to be an outside observer along its route, they would probably not even register the Iron Fox. Not just because against the backdrop of Jupiter it was a sorry sight, but because as far as spaceships went, it was anyway not the most impressive of vessels. It was the kind of ship you hired for sending ice, food and medicine to Io; the research stations there were st...

Mia got out of the taxi. The email told her Unit 4 Mercantile Avenue which cut through a trading estate outside Heathrow Airport. It looked like a nondescript modern industrial unit, landscaped with young saplings and low-maintenance shrubbery. It was mid-morning and the pale autumnal sun struggled to burn through the thick stubborn clouds. Mia was dressed, as asked in the email, in an outfit she would wear on a date nigh...

Emilia immediately sends a text to all of her fuck buddies the moment she gets home. It is quite simple to understand, being direct to the point. 'I'm in love with someone now. We can't have sex anymore.' It is going to be difficult to give up her adventurous fuckfests, but she is more than willing to do it to be in a proper relationship with Mark. That is what someone like him deserves: a caring and faithful girlfriend,...

It turns out making a good sex tape is harder than you’d think. The first things we ran into were nerves. As soon as the thought sank in, I started getting cold feet. After all, I knew how much could go wrong, having been a victim of revenge porn before. At the same time, I trusted Chad in a way I’d never trusted anyone. We both knew so much about each other, from our bodies to our desires to everything else, so if there...

We had a client who wanted a foot massage so I was told to oil myself to get ready. I rubbed the sensuous liquid onto my chest and through my breasts. After I was done, Alex, my Handler, escorted me to the room where my Master was waiting to receive me. “This is my slut,” Master showed me, naked, to the Client, who was sitting on a wooden chair. “She will massage you today,” The Client gave me a disinterested nod. “Show h...

A sextape from my girlfriend's sister arrives... About a week after my first caning of Ann’s sister, Emma, I was sitting at home alone one evening when I received an email from her. This in itself wasn’t unusual as she often sent us stuff she thought we’d like. More often than not it was discount vouchers for Ann’s favourite shops. This time, however, the email was just addressed to me and contained a simple message, “I t...

After the initial shock of the statement, Helen had privately crowed at the thought of her homophobic husband getting it on with the beautiful example of masculinity standing before her. Oh she had no doubt, even before watching the film, that this meant the end for George’s career. But the wonderful bonus meant that this was the gift she’d been waiting for to end this ridiculous sham of a marriage. He’d pay with his care...

It was the usual boring Monday for Helen. The reviled one had left customarily early with the usual lack of any attempt at communication. The house and time were her own to do as she pleased. So why did she feel like a prisoner in this multi-million dollar mansion? Time, she sighed reminding herself and routine, too much of both. She’d met a young, handsome, passionate politics major out to change the world and ended up w...

That brought a happy end to George’s latest Vegas trip. He’d paid Clarissa for their wonderful evening together. She’d seemed keen to leave following the sex, he’d half expected her to forget asking for the money! No such luck but it was the best grand he’d spent in a good long while. He’d returned home to the usual frostbitten reception. Joyless and suspicious wife not the least bit interested in the details of his trip,...