Category: NonConsent

“Hey Jim, could I talk to you in the kitchen for a sec?” asked Simon. It was late on a Friday night and Jim, Simon, and the rest of the guys had gone out for drinks after work. Now they were hanging out at Jim’s place playing games, getting high, and eating pizza like a bunch of college kids. The […]

“We are gathered here today for a most joyous union.” The priest had a kindly smile on his pale thin lips. I smiled nervously behind my veil, trying not to glance at my loving soon to husband. The truth behind my nervousness was a lot more than innocent, and had more to do with the man that stood directly behind […]

As a journalist I believe it is my responsibility to reveal the true personality of an individual who mirrors the opinions of many, if not most policemen, especially the older ones. You’ll note that the Commander is also disrespectful to me, calling me gay and Sonny Boy and abusing me as well. I listened, because I know he had a […]

“Mistress Moms” Series Introduction Part 1: Letter to Parents and Readers. By James Carmody. Summary: Kind of a really weird twist on the “Cinderella Fairy-tale” that should be as if it is written by an insane episode of “The Twilight Zone”, but I have serious goals behind this that this little note should make clear.

I am a very successful, 45 year old woman, with a great career as a middle manger in local government. I am in the newspaper a couple times per month for something involved with the city i.e.; new mall being constructed, a new wing being added to the school, or something along those lines. I am very recognizable because of […]

First some background. At night, I wear one of my Daddy’s old T-Shirts. They are comfortable and don’t bind me as I try to sleep. When I was younger, Dad didn’t want me to wear his shirts, then he sorta stopped worrying about it when he knew I wasn’t going to stop. Once I started College and started talking to […]

Everyone expected the intake center to be staffed entirely by women. All the men were needed for the war, including us, the draftees. This was a new facility, run by a contractor, set up in a hurry to meet the demand for fresh troops. It opened two days before my induction date.

I’m just out of the shower and she’s standing there on fire. Arms akimbo in the doorway, looking like God’s wrath. “Again.” She says. Both curse and accusation. “What?” I ask as softly as I can. “You. Left. The. Seat. Up.” “Splash?” I ask. “Not funny. Asshole.” Both spat and growled.

Living on a smallholding in the quiet Devon countryside, my wife and I rarely got visitors, so I was surprised when arriving home one night I found a young man sitting in one of my dressing gowns in front of the fire. My wife took me to the side and explained he (Dan) had ran out of fuel and had […]

I was in Chicago last month when I met Chris, an old high school buddy, on the street. We hadn’t talked since graduating when he went west and I went east for college. I had just finished my day at a conference and he had wrapped up a business meeting. He was going to meet his wife in an hour […]