Authors Note: This story frequently relies on score dependent text, so you're going to want to read this in game mode. Just check that menu in the top right of the window and hit Start Game. If you don't each score sensitive passage will display a default option that disregards your previous choices. ISSUE ONE Saint City. Once a bastion of virtue and civil...
Part 1 Tina and Kayla both walked down a forested path. The two giggled while holding hands, thinking themselves maybe a little bit foolish to come out this way over a simple hunch. Tina and Kayla had just started dating no more than a month ago. The two eighteen year olds were off in the forest looking for the strange government experiment building in tow...
Different people find sexual appeal in different things and ideas. Some like getting tied up, some like to be held softly, others like calling their partner 'Daddy' or 'Mama', some like to be hurt, and others like to do the hurting. This is not about those people. At least, it isn't about the people who like those things by themselves. This is a story about...
Two women. Two best friends. One butt naked the other one almost naked. Now leaving the city heading to a large national park area to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine. Sonya will always be naked for the foreseeable future as she just recently gave away all her clothing. The only exception were shoes for her feet and one emergency covering 30 miles away at h...
This is my wife Jackie's third exhibitionist experience; beginning with the time she initially exposed herself in the garage, and after that, the park. Those experiences can be found in My Wife Jackie: In The Garage, and Jackie: Taking It Further. The stories are not numbered in chapters because, well, I never know what or when Jackie's going to do. My wife...
Author's note: Late For Work, is the prelude to Bus Girl. An anonymous commenter requested Bus Girl's point of view. I'm not a grandpa but I have one who would have scolded me. ***** I'm twenty-four years old and had never dared to leave the house without wearing panties. This morning when I opened my underwear drawer, I found only clean socks and bras. Ba...
Stepping through the door to her studio apartment, she sighed in relief. Between her culinary arts courses at the local university and her job as a housekeeper, she was just happy to be home. At nineteen years old, she had left home first thing to pursue her dream of becoming a professional chef. It was a bit scary being away from her mom, dad, and three you...
Just to be clear, this is a story about American football, not international football. Summer awoke to find it a cloudy, dreary day. No sense going to the beach on her day off. She might as well be productive. She decided to wash her clothes at the Laundromat then do chores around her apartment. There was no need for Summer to get dressed up so she went com...
"Here comes the bride!" And there she was. This was the moment I had been waiting for ever since I'd mustered up the courage to pop the question and had subsequently been flabberghasted that she'd actually said yes. But now that the moment was actually here, I actually felt weak in the knees. Ever since that "Yes!", I had felt invincible,...
TRIGGER WARNING: This story deals with a serious and sympathetic portrayal of severe schizophrenia. This story will attempt to handle the subject as delicately as possible, but if you have personal trauma or sensitivity towards this, you may find this story distressing due to the frank discussion of it! This story is not looking to demonize psychosis! It int...