The tips of her soft blonde hair tickled his nose. It reminded him of the roses that she had picked the night before. She had put them in a vase in the bathroom. The yellow ones always smelled the best. The red ones matched the hand towels that she had so neatly hung on the towel rack. The white ones had a light tint to them, bringing out the off white color...
This is the third chapter of the "Humanity" story. I do tend to run on. Hopefully, this chapter can stand on its own, but the chapter will make more sense if you've already read the first two chapters. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities between any institution or character in this story and any real person or institution are coincidental and...
Prologue "I was raised by my maternal grandparents, after my mother proved she wasn't up to the task by bleeding out all over their guestroom bed. It was just minutes after I took my first breath. They never blamed me for her death. Grandmother's ire was reserved solely for the robotic midwife in attendance that day. She always had a hatred for robots and...
[This is largely a rewrite of the earlier story. My wife -- my fiercest critic -- didn't particularly like the way it developed, so I decided to see if I could make it go in a different direction. For those of you who have already read the earlier story, this version is pretty much identical up to the point where Alice takes over the narration, which is abou...
Hello readers. You don't need to read previous chapters but it will be helpful in understanding some of the dynamics. The most basic thing you need to know is that the main character is a Sex God in a literal sense. He has the actual power to alter reality to his will and is quite adept at anything sexually related. Thank you for the support and the feedba...
Lora shivered in pleasure as she rolled through the pools of sunlight and shade. It was still early morning, and she had left when she had just to get as much time here as she could. Her father had left her the old cottage when he had passed away the year before and she hadn't had any time to actually come out since. She had had so much to take care of for h...
She came hard. She came fast. She came loud. Louder than she'd expected to, at least. Louder than she'd intended. The rapid in-and-out breathing had turned into a repetitive series of increasingly high-pitched "ohs" as she'd begun to crest, and she was borderline ultrasonic by the time she hit her actual climax. It wasn't that these squeaks and squeals wer...
The hostess at the front counter of the Dahlia is always the most modestly dressed woman in the place. Tonight, she chose an elegant red silk qipao patterned with white cherry blossoms, and took the time to pin up her hair in an elaborate chignon. When a man first enters the Dahlia, the hostess is the first woman he sees, and she knows how to scare off the r...
Rive was a small town, on the outskirts of the main kingdom, built as nothing more than a waypoint for travellers. That was the intent. It grew over the years into a hub of activity, purporting large businesses all its own, including a thriving merchants hall. Any travelling merchant would go there to try and make a name for themselves, but that's a mistake....
She had lived in New England all her life, when her father's business failed and the family decided to move to California, her heart had cried out at the idea of leaving the culture and society that she had always known. The day that they went down to the harbor and boarded the old ship they had almost had to force her on board. Surprisingly after a day or t...