Joyce Holland was having one of those days. The kind that left one questioning the path her life had taken and if she could have chosen a different route to a happier more carefree existence. The conclusion was always the same. A heavy sigh and the return to busy fingers working away as she typed up memos and minutes of endless meetings. Life seemed to be no...
(Important Note: If you enjoy a chapter like it, I will prioritize adding to chapters and chapter strings with the most likes. If you dislike a chapter Instead leave a comment saying why you disliked the chapter, because that I can respond to and work with...) I awaken in the forest, on the edge of a ruined city. High towers of crumbling stone, shattered gl...
It was almost midnight and still Elise laid wide awake in bed. She had been flopping around like a fish for a good hour, unable to get her mind to turn off. She played the night's events, or conversations, rather, over and over in her head. She felt like they had learned an insane amount about each other for one evening, yet there was still an entire lifeti...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. This is the first in a series of v...
Authors Note: All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and have consented to the acts being performed in what you are about to read. The following contains themes of: somnophilia, bondage, and overstimulation. Read at your own discretion. That being said, enjoy! -Remy "I'm just feeling tired, pup." I say as I get into bed- hours earlier than norm...
"Sir, your feet must be hurtin'." I break my gaze away from the tiled flooring of the cafe. The cafe's owner: John, was looking at me curiously. I simply nod to him, keeping my gaze lowered, even though he couldn't possibly recognize me with this new body. John chuckled, scratching at his flimsy white beard thoughtfully, and continued: "You seem fam...
TP TP TP TP I glance out the window. It's raining. It's always fucking raining around here. I pick up my hat from the desk and trundle towards the office door; it's about time to clock out for the day. TIING! It's the phone. Well, not a phone per se - it's more of an interdimensional transponder but that's just a glorified fairy phone. HQ has officially name...
You could hear it a voice speaking, "Finally after 18 years you are ready..." It said, you understood. You had a mind and it instantly asked a single question. 'Who is that?' then another came 'Who am I?' it was so simple... yet so vexing. The voice spoke again, "Brainwaves are normal... activity picking up." it said. 'Who am I? Where am...
I don't know what made me do it. All I had intended was to buy a limited nudist license so that I could go swimming in the lake and at the pool in my birthday suit. Maybe strip down in the park on hot summer days. You get the idea. I'm certainly comfortable enough with my body that I don't care who sees it. I guess maybe that last part isn't completely true,...
Our hero is in his bedroom, bored as he browses his large porn collection. Sure he's got all the best titles from Japan, America and even some vintage ebony videos to make a collector cry but he's grown bored with the lack of physical contact in his life. He wishes that someone would take an interest in him and provide some spice to his monotone life. What o...