"Professor Cuntslicker is having a bad day. And Anna has a tea party..."
Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year...
"Eva shows her true colours..."
“TITS!” declaimed Cunts, baring her own. Nor was Cunts wearing her auto-dildo today – “presumably because she doesn’t need it to suck tit!” whispered Claire to Alison as they resumed their normal stations in “the Money Lab”. Monday morning marked...
In Flanders Fields they made love, embracing the trenches which lurk between adoration and bereavement, between possibilities and impossibilities, between passion and prohibition. “This is the end, my love,” he whispered through her tears, as the soft wind shared their...
"Rob appears again. And the shit hits the fan."
“Hey, Alison, suck my cock! How’re you doing?” said Rob, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her spit-covered face peeping out from under Claire’s ass.“Shit, Rob, I wasn’t expecting you. But… come in…” said Alison uncertainly, not really...
"It is 2050. Alison is settling in well at the Royal Academy of Fucking."
Friday 30th September, 2050Dearest Mommy,I am sooooo sorry it has taken me so long to write. I have been so fucking busy – or vice versa! The first two weeks of this term have been the fuckingest I have ever...
"It is 2050. Alison has a packed first day at the Royal Academy of Fucking."
Monday, 19th September, 2050Dearest Mommy,My first day at RAF has been totally fucking amazing! In the morning, we had our first practical session, in what they call the “Money Lab”. In the middle is a huge bed, for the group...
"It is 2050. Alison Bates arrives at the Royal Academy of Fucking to commence her course of studies."
Before the Great Enlightenment of the 2020s, European society had a dysfunctional, nay, a schizophrenic attitude to fucking. On the one hand, both men and women favoured what society called “sexual liberation”, i.e. the right of anyone to fuck whoever...
"It is 2050, and Alison Bates travels to London to study at the Royal Academy of Fucking."
“Fucking or Non-Fucking?” asked the lady behind the ticket counter.“Fucking, please,” replied Alison confidently.“First Class or Shit Class?”“First, please.”“Two-berth, four-berth, or seat?”“Uh… what’s the difference?”“Well, it’s a long journey, so frankly, if you’re planning on doing any fucking, I would...