What…what’s happening…?
I was…I was waking up. Or more, like, regaining consciousness. The first thing I noticed was the soft pressure of a blanket over me, its warmth struggling to shield me from a tingling chill that clung to my limbs - like restless pins and needles. I could feel the weight of my body, but not in the way I was used to. It was as if my senses were dulled, as if I were somehow locked in my own skin. I felt unable to move anything, at the moment, but my...
2025-10-10 16:42:22 +0000 UTC
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I was asleep, I knew I was. I’d just been dreaming - I think? - about the girls talking to me, calling me ‘Jay-Jay’, Shanette kissing me, all while Melissa seemed to be watching. Yeah, I knew I was asleep but somehow, as I seemed to be going into a new dream, everything felt too real - too sharp around the edges. My mind, heavy with a fog of slumber, was starting to slip into something different, something I didn’t quite understand. It was as if I was still dreaming, bu...
2025-10-06 18:01:12 +0000 UTC
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“I kind of want him on my lap, just for a second,” said Josie Jensen, “I need to feel how tiny he is.”
“Let’s not disturb him,” replied Aubrey, “Let’s let him sleep.”
“Yeah, poor munchkin looks tuckered out,” added Shanette.
Lakshmi remained quiet, and looked around the room.
Randi’s bedroom was cozy, familiar, and surprisingly neat for someone who lived and thrived in the vibrant chaos of Far Horizons. The room was dim, lit only by the soft g...
2025-10-02 14:31:24 +0000 UTC
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Amelia Eklund sat in the glow of her ring light, the only full illumination in the otherwise shadow-drenched basement. It was a clean, finished space - set up as a little apartment for herself: a bedroom, a kitchenette, a little sitting area - but still a basement. The low ceilings, the touch of chill in the air she fought with space heaters, and the occasional creak of footsteps from the l...
2025-09-28 18:00:06 +0000 UTC
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The room - Randi’s living room - hummed with a strange energy, the kind that sits at the edge of sleep, dreamlike, where nothing feels quite real. Lakshmi’s lap, where my head now rested between her soft, thick thighs, had become a gravitational field, pulling me down into her warmth as if the very earth beneath me was alive and I was in the palm of its hand. The blanket the girls had draped over me felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, though in truth, it was light as a whisper. ...
2025-09-24 17:05:39 +0000 UTC
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It had only been a few minutes since Aubrey had padded off to Randi’s bedroom to change - something about pajamas and a slumber party - and while I needed to be peeled off her body, the room didn’t lose any of its warmth in her absence. If anything, it began to deepen. The light from the television flickered across the faces of the remaining girls - Lakshmi, Josie, Randi and Shanette - softening their towering outlines around me like a dream still lingering at the edges of sleep.
Th...
2025-09-20 18:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The first thing I felt was warmth - pillowy, steady, comforting. Then I realized: it was a breast.
Aubrey’s.
Aubrey’s left breast, the soft cushion that had kept my head cradled for god knows how long. Slowly, I stirred, a groan slipping past my lips as I rubbed my face against the gentle surface of her top. My eyelids fluttered, and the haze of sleep began to lift like a thick fog.
I think I’d been drooling.
For a moment, my surroundings felt almost surrea...
2025-09-16 17:00:13 +0000 UTC
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<CLICK>
Fox Women - Channel 8 - Primetime with Andrea Tantaros
From the studio, a brisk voiceover:
“And turning now to Europe - unrest is mounting in the tiny alpine nation of Viremonta, where demonstrators from the global New Women’s Party have taken to the streets for the seventh consecutive day. T...
2025-09-12 21:30:41 +0000 UTC
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Next! Up at Eight! The Kathleen O’Connor Show in primetime!
“...but what about the future? What happens when your generation takes over? What’s it going to look like when women that have grown up like you have all the power?”
To answer the TV show host’s question, the 18-year old Emily Meyer didn't hesitate. Her surprisingly rich voice became slightly more defiant as she leaned forward, as if she’d been waiting for the question to be over so s...
2025-09-08 19:21:35 +0000 UTC
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TUESDAY NIGHT AT 8! Kathleen talks to her guests about the new report from the Department of Health and Human Services! What does that mean for our daughters! And the future! Tune in Tuesday! ONLY ON LIFELINE!
<we might see a little delay on getting Post 546 out on time. Lots of moving parts in the Department of Productive Submission. And th...
2025-09-07 22:00:05 +0000 UTC
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Jewel Montgomery’s feet hit the treadmill with
2025-09-04 18:17:54 +0000 UTC
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Shanette's still on cloud nine from her performance, and just got around to posting some pics showing off her, uh, gown. ..
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2025-09-01 17:33:14 +0000 UTC
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“I swear, I still feel the rush!” Shanette’s voice cut through the hum of the room, her tone light but still vibrant from her performance, “I, like, wish I could do it all over again!”
The girls were completely absorbed in the energy of the early evening and had crowded around me, standing in a loose circle, their chatter filling the space above my head. I was perched on one of the high stools at the table, my feet dangling awkwardly in the air, too far from the floor to...
2025-08-31 16:00:10 +0000 UTC
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I leaned back in the too-small, stiff, kinda uncomfortable chair in the consult room, the sterile white walls cold and not pretty at all, and fished my phone from my bag - I’d heard it buzzing alerts earlier. It had been a long day - like, five hours so far of them testing me, poking me, prodding me, running all their little numbers through all their little computers. I was used to it, I guess, having to deal with this really since I was a girl. They’d been tracking my progress for so lon...
2025-08-27 15:33:27 +0000 UTC
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For Underwire-Class patrons, Posts 433-458, within the next few days.
2025-08-26 19:22:42 +0000 UTC
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I had looked at a map earlier, so I sort of knew where we were headed, but at this point all I really needed to do was follow the sound.
It drifted through the mall like music on water - the soft thump of bass under polite chatter. Then it came into sight, the bright spark of overhead lights refracting off glass, sequins, lip gloss. The upcoming show was already drawing a crowd, shoppers and women who heard there’d be something beautiful to look at.
The main concourse in this ar...
2025-08-22 21:28:24 +0000 UTC
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Hi. This is Lakshmi. I want to tell the story for a little bit.
The checkout line was short, and the lighting inside Hera’s had warmed toward a sunset hue - a low amber glow, carefully designed to flatter the skin, to make beauty feel like something ambient. The woman behind the register was beaming at me as she folded my new clothes into a silver-embossed bag. He was holding onto me, n...
2025-08-19 15:00:13 +0000 UTC
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nice?
2025-08-17 22:00:06 +0000 UTC
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“You don’t think it shows off too much cleavage, do you Dr. J?”
I was seated on a little pink ottoman just outside the swimsuit-area fitting room corridor, trying not to look as shaken as I still felt. My feet dangled a few inches above the floor and my silly pajama pants clung to my calves. I had my hands resting in my lap like I didn’t know what to do with them.
Across from me, ...
2025-08-15 16:18:48 +0000 UTC
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I stood quietly at the edge of the lingerie department of Hera’s, an anchor store at this new retail place - the Vendare Center. My hands were folded in front of me, and I was basically trying not to be noticed. I was a 4’2” guy and I didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention - I‘d just had, uh, more than my share of ‘attention’ in one of the dressing rooms in the back where my three companions had just had their way with me. For the fourth time today. Me being left in their ca...
2025-08-11 14:10:27 +0000 UTC
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Hera’s Department Store was warm and quiet, like the inside of a woman’s throat.
Wait haha did I just say that? Haha! Lakshmi Vallurupalli, what has gotten into you?? Some times you surprise your self.
Soft lighting, soft carpet. Velvet chairs shaped like petals. The faint scent of amber and honey drifting from ceiling vents disguised as blooming orchids. A gentle voice...
2025-08-07 17:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The applause hit like a slow-moving wave - heavy, rolling, and loud enough to feel in my chest. It came in pulses, like distant thunder. Or artillery. I don’t know why that’s what I thought of. Maybe because it felt like some war was starting. Or ending.
Me? I didn’t clap. I couldn’t. Not from protest - nothing so noble. No, Cynthia Vega didn’t get my applause merely because I couldn’t seem to unclench my hands. They were folded in my lap, fingers twisted inward, curle...
2025-08-03 18:00:06 +0000 UTC
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<Itching for a nearly half-hour lecture on commercial real estate? You then, dear reader, are in luck. Listen first, then read? Vice versa? Or read along while you listen? I dunno. The copy in the post is mostly a transcript of the video, with some atmospheric stuff. Apologies where the tone of the video doesn't match the tone of the written piece, but our AI actresses are a fickle bunch. However you slice your piece of the pie, please enjoy.>
Cynthia Vega'...
2025-07-30 23:00:03 +0000 UTC
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I watched Sheryl St. Clair finish her remarks, impressed by her camera-crushing smile and a small tilt of the head that conveyed her unmistakable confidence. The applause rippled warmly across the seated crowd - fifty women, they told us to expect. It was maybe closer to seventy now, with more standing along the sides, shoulder to shoulder, the whole assembly forming a loose semicircle around the pan...
2025-07-26 23:00:04 +0000 UTC
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“Total Female Domination,“ said the woman before the crowd, to a chorus of cheers, hoots and hollers, “of the commercial real estate market.”
Let me catch you up, dear reader.
We’d arrived at the panel discussion a bit late. Josie had insisted we stop in a jewelry store to buy some steel earrings she thought would be perfect for Marisela, and Lakshmi had needed to use the restroom. So, it was a bit after 2:30 by the time we’d arrived at Atrium 2, which was at the end o...
2025-07-22 16:00:13 +0000 UTC
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The four of us sat on the outer concourse in the warm, humming heart of the Vendare Center, parked at one of the pastel diner tables outside a newly opened BOOMfood franchise here. The smoothie place was similar to the standalone I’d been to before with the girls, on one of my first “dates” with Melissa - the one owned by the mother of Bessie, one of our employees. This shop was also styled like some idealized 1950’s soda fountain - but built for a new world, not greasers and...
2025-07-18 14:12:07 +0000 UTC
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Shanette Stevens eased her foot onto the gas, her manicured fingers drumming against the leather-wrapped steering wheel. The midafternoon sun spilled through the windshield of her gently humming Lexus, turning her gold hoops into glints of fire and tracing a soft sheen across her freshly glossed lips. The GPS guided her steadily toward the Vendare Center, just fifteen minutes out. Her nerves hummed a...
2025-07-12 14:04:01 +0000 UTC
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So yeah, I know we cover a lot of themes her in GITJ, and I for one get a kick out of all of them. I know though that some readers probably prefer some over the others, and we here at theBasic would like to be mindful of that. So, with a little show of hands, maybe we can get an idea of what everyone is enjoying.
What kind of posts do you like seeing the most? Click all that apply.
2025-07-11 19:41:37 +0000 UTC
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The air in Lustre: A Salon, here on the first floor of the Vendare Center, smelled gently like vanilla mist and fresh peonies. The walls were all frosted or mirrored glass and soft earth tones, trimmed in brushed gold and chrome. Everywhere I looked, it shimmered. I wasn’t exactly sure how I’d ended up here, squished between Josie and Lakshmi at one of the long, glowing vanity mirrors, b...
2025-07-08 17:56:37 +0000 UTC
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The checkout counter was a blur of colors and crinkling bags and the low, sunny buzz of the girls’ voices - each one of them floating on a high of victorious affection. They’d had their way with me twice in the course of the last twenty minutes and it had energized them. Now they were playfully arguing who got to use their credit card for my gifts; they settled on a split.
The cashier - the same tall, sharp-featured young woman with the kind of dark, retro-casual polish that h...
2025-07-04 15:00:16 +0000 UTC
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