The Big, Bad Blob That Ate Alice Connelly: Conclusion Alice moved her arms through the thick jelly. She ran her hands across her rippling body. Her torso, boobs, belly, and pelvis bloated and morphed, as a balloon does when played with by a child. "What is it doing? It has complete control of me," she thought. The Blob forced her to pump milk and cum; her...
I roamed the halls of the news station every day as part of my job. Cathy, the manager, hired me to do odd jobs around the place. That mostly meant keeping the computers running and the printers full of ink, so I had time to absorb the atmosphere around the news room. There was a lot of work that went into a 30-minute broadcast at the end of the night. Howe...
A beautiful early summer morning, the sun shining warmly through the shutters, I lie and absorb the peace and tranquility, feeling my body slowly awakening. I open my eyes and see you lying by my side. Your back is towards me and your long auburn hair cascades over the pillow. The sheet is pushed down to your waist and I gaze at the contours of your body....
Another night is here with me in bed unable to fall asleep due to life's stresses, haunting the corridors of my mind once again. I do what I always do to drown out the noise and that's thinking about you, more like fantasizing about you but that's a play on words. I close my eyes and let my mind wonder about your touch, your smell, your body pressed agains...
Helen Walker stretched out her lithe body on the sun-lounger, enjoying the heat of the sun on her skin. Her brunette hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a yellow bikini. It was relatively conservative. It certainly covered more of her skin than the one worn by Amanda Graves, who lay face down on the sun-lounger next to her. Most of the curvaceous b...
I had gotten out of bed this morning and turned on my computer, signed in on my messenger, and my face lit with a smile as I scrolled down the list to find you as being online. I double-clicked on your name and sent you a sexy good morning message. You replied back within a few minutes, and we chatted for a bit. We talked about the weather, and a few other i...
What’s so important about choosing the right words? Even though you have a dynamite idea for an erotic story, if you accept mediocre word choices more often than not, then your writing will be as lifeless as Bob Dole’s dick when he’s missed his Viagra dose. Every single word has a denotation – a meaning. When you look up a word in the dictionary, you find...
Author's note: Chapter 13 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 13 Deputy Secretary of State Singer was having an especially difficult day. Four meetings and nothing resolved, problems piled on her desk and a sinking feeling she was accomplishing nothing of value in her life. The world was no safer since she had join...
It was a lazy Saturday morning and Chad sat slumped on the couch. Outside the rain was coming down hard. Chad had made plans, but the rain forced him to reschedule. After thinking about how to spend his day, Chad settled for playing video games. He popped the top on an energy drink, sat at his desk, and logged into his favorite online RPG. Minutes turned int...
A knock sounds at the door. Opening the door you find a man you have never met, but whose face is precious to you. A smile blooms on your face as you open the door wider and welcome me inside. Suddenly feeling awkward, you ask me about my trip. I reply that it was fine and give you a long look. I reach out for you, you are surrounded by the long arms that yo...