Writing

Dolls

A Story by Darkfairiesdance

In a crumbling world only the rich and the beautiful survive. Oh and the Dolls, they do pretty well too.

HELLO MR. HAMMER

A Poem by kublakhan27

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CHAPTER III. TIMO AND HIS GREEDINESS

A Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

She remembered the story about the land. It was given by Lolo Poyong, her father’s uncle who had treated him like his own since he grew up..

THE MANIFESTO OF THE ECONOMIC DEMOCRACY PARTY (A W..

A Chapter by Father Mojo

PART I--OWNERS AND SLAVES The history of all hitherto existing society is a history of slavery.In every period of history, there have been two an..

p***y-whipped

A Poem by V M Smith

that's iti'm p***y whippedhe's got me by the collarhe's says jumpand i'm uphe says goand i dofood, water,what you want?and i'll get it for youi don't ..

A Rise In Minimum Wage Is A Reduction of Governmen..

A Story by Father Mojo

Capitalism is worse than slavery! At least the slave masters provided some kind of room and shelter. Capitalists refuse to pay workers a living wage, ..

Afternoon Delight

A Story by Stephen J. Vattimo

A deli restaurant owner goes down to the red light district and picks up a prostitute and takes her to his stock room to have sex with her on his lunc..

Night Drive Home

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Night drive homeno cars behind or aheadthe day had been satisfyingvictories, compromises, achievementshalf hour to homebubble of warm air and lightmov..

The Soul Owner

A Story by Abderrahmane Dakir

Mr. Jamal is a young man. His dream is to visit the most powerful person on this Earth. Whether with heart, money, health or resources. Mr. Jamal is a..

First Meetings!

A Story by TinaM201549

My loving owner put my lease on me and took me out for a walk. We were walking for a while and all I can see is these boxes with wheels on them. Then ..

Senses

A Book by Kovarian

A woman's first play session with Sir. Note: For mature audiences, contains detailed sex scenes.

The Katakuri That Won’t Move

A Poem by T.C Matthews

On a pedestal lean and brimful,Dolls smile a vacant glee.The master came and with a clapThe dolls whirls and twirls.But in the sea of mirth,A lone dol..

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