"Jesus," Max muttered under his breath, eyes wide, his hand clenching the doorknob as he checked out the hottie at his door. The second he heard the knock on his apartment door, he knew it had to be one of the four nannies he was interviewing today, but never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect to find such an absolute smokeshow standing on the other si...
(I don't really have much to say about this story, the demon is half and half and has a few different traits from the normal incubus one would read about.) .... I remember the first time I met A.J., my sister and I had just come home from our first year of college for Summer break. Our parents sent her to one of the best art schools in the state so she cou...
Like most of my stories, this is set in the early 1970s, before internet, when young people still had to learn from personal experience. The long story (six chapters) starts with her first lesbian experience, but as the description of this chapter suggests, it is a surprising new experience for them both. As she will eventually tell, after a week with her co...
Under Howard's tutelage, Holly had become a recognized leader on the Ohio University campus. As the dean of the school of education she had changed the department from one mired in tradition and on the borderline between inadequacy and nonexistence to one known by every teaching professional in the United States and most of the world. She had became known on...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Author's Notes: Here is the second part to the Post Human series. If you haven't read the first one yet I recommend doing so, otherwise this will probably make little sense. The main driver for this story is still world building. It is supposed to set the stage for future events, expand the fictional world and reveal more about the different human societies...
Writing this chapter was so horrible, I screamed murder when I finished. And that's why I decided to make it into a game some of you may hate me for, but otherwise, my negative interest may have led me to fling this story into a bottomless trench. I go into more detail at the end. Hayoooo!! ***** As a child, we would fear the dark. It was hands and it was...
The Wish. Summer, 1984 Months and months had gone by and each time the weekend's missionary assignments were posted onto the Church notice board, Lucy groaned inwardly as she was never sent to the town she needed to be in order to execute her plan. It would be a tough ask of the circumstances anyway, but for it even to start, she needed to be where she cou...
In the United States, we make a big deal out of Halloween. It seems like it must be a federal law that kids have to dress in weird costumes and go door-to-door begging for candy. A lot of adults wear costumes and make-up to work and to parties, some of which can get pretty wild. Another thing people like to do is go to theme parks whose sole purpose is to sc...
A bespoke story, one for a person with their own set of fantasies. + I know a place, a place of warm sun, endless beaches and eternal youth, a place of perfect fruit eaten seconds from the vine, of buttery fish, enchanting wine and limitless tranquility, a place free from pests, disease, clothes and trash, a place without politics, breaking news, social me...