One silly activity that one might find an Imperial Consort taking part in is paper sculpture. Essentially, with a combination of folding and cutting, one could make charming little shapes out of paper, and often in many colors. On this mild morning, Pollen Lady Kumi and Bamboo Lady Wen were happily sitting in the Sweet Carrot Palace's garden, in a gazebo. Th...
Author's Note: Special thanks to NeonKnickers for doing an editing pass on this and the previous chapters. The help was much appreciated. * Until recently, Dr. Greg Clark rarely had sex dreams. In fact, he almost never did. Often, dreams that looked like they might become sexy veered off at the last moment. He had ones where he and the literal lady of his...
Breathe. Breathe. Just keep breathing. I kept repeating the chant in my head amongst the commotion. What is happening? Why are there so many sirens? All this noise is making my head hurt. Oh, God, does my head hurt. Wait, why does my head hurt so badly? "Miss? Miss, can you hear me?" Okay. Keep breathing. Someone is here. Just open your eyes and as...
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I screamed to myself. "How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here?" I am stuck in a virtual reality scene. I am my avatar, Krystal. The developers of SIM: Slut City offered to me a try-out of their new VR body suit. After putting it on I was completely engulfed and only aware of my life-like surroundings within the game. Unfortunately...
Note: For those of you who have read my stories, I write from my own personal experiences, with a little license, to spice it up. Fantasy is great, but what better way to tell about a hidden part of our secret lives, doing what we do, in private. This is another part that happened to me this July of 2001. * * * * * This is a true story. I love to sail arou...
My whole body is trembling as adrenaline courses through my veins. My ribs are hurting and I'm scared. Face down on the pavement, it's everything that I can do to shield myself from Kryss kicking me again. Just hearing Brenda's voice echo through the night air gives me a glimmer of hope. There are plenty of things in my life I take for granted, but my frien...
My readers will find a recurring massage theme and I admit that I have experimented with 'erotic massage' although it has never been my primary source of income, more of a hobby really. I leave it to the reader to decide where truth meets fiction: but they do actually meet. *** I didn't want Steve to go away with the Impression that my life as a masseur wa...
Ada was standing at the door of the school house, watching the children filing out and trying her best not to burst into tears. Watching the children file out. The children. Returning to her life in Slater, Missouri, had been easy enough. All thanks to Aunt Martha. Her aunt hadn't been nearly as judgmental about Ada's fling with Charles Raven at the World's...
When I came home from the hospital, recovering from a heart attack, I found my wife's wedding ring hanging from my neck tied in place with strands of hair. I assumed they were her own. During the discharge process, I discovered that she had been admitted to the psych ward of the hospital for some sort of psychotic break from reality, a possible dissociative...
Art, part two. Ch. 04 Dr. Lisa tries on Art for size. We were walking back to her cottage when Lisa said, "You're a strange man, Arthur Jones." "I know you won't be too surprised when I tell you you're not the first one to make that observation". That brought a small chuckle out of this very serious lady. "I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot and the o...