This short vignette was written back in 2006, a piece of speculative fantasy fiction based around the potential that Directed Erotic Visualisation© could have. Until now it has never before appeared in a public forum, only on my personal website. It was pure self indulgent, wish fulfilment writing. A great deal has happened between then and now, but I have...
“Argh!” I complained as the morning sunlight shone through the window and steadily beat away at his eyelids. I rolled over and muttered to the sun, “I hate you.” I lay there for a moment in gloomy silence. I was a light sleeper and knew that now that I was awake, I might as well get up. Sighing heavily, I rolled back my blankets and sat up, stretching. I gra...
Let me tell you about how I am going to vote in the next election. I'll also tell you why you should join me in backing the new progressive leader and his people. Our nation has been in a severe economic recession. It is as severe as any that could be remembered by most living men. We have the worst economic situation that can be found almost anywhere. We h...
Once upon a time, so some time in the past and somewhere you've never been and involving people you've never known or ever are likely to know in your tiny world, there lived a young beautiful woman. Naturally, she was beautiful, well, not totally naturally since she was known to use a bit of make up to accent her face, and wore clothes that pulled in here an...
Author's Note: I am not well-educated on the matters of time travel or time machines. The beginning is simply meant as an explanation as to why Marilla ended up in the past, and is not intended to be historically or scientifically accurate. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to...
The night was to be a night unlike any others that have been in my realm of consciousness till then. However after 15 years of marriage my wife Julie and I had finally decided to go to a sex club. Julie and I were happy and by most accounts had a great marriage and overall situation in life. We did fairly well in the sheets although Julie had come along mo...
This is the second part of the Evolution of Sex. John and Eleanor are much freer with each other tonight, after a week has passed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a beautiful summer day, and I had thrown the parlor windows open. The organdy curtains floated serenely in the breeze. I had dressed my hair myself this morning, and the light wind tugged t...
“Objects in the rearview mirror May appear closer than they are.” — Meat Loaf T. discusses sexual objectification and her own personal evolution on the perception and comfort of being seen as a sexual object. Getting over the shame of being aroused when confronted with another’s desire to reduce their partner to something made just for pleasure and findi...
My name is George W. Bush. I'm the Forty-Third President of the United States of America. The first openly bigoted dimwit to become Leader of the Free World. I'm also a zombie. In fact, most of the country and the world has been transformed into zombie. What is zombification? Simply put, the process through which a person becomes a zombie. In 2008, the Zombi...
Chapter 10 Moist. Chilly. Dirty. Sour. Dank. Pebbles that were spine tingling. Soft. Mint. Silky, tickling my chin and teasing my ears. Warm. Moist, wet upon my lips. He was there, his emerald eyes hidden under those perfectly framed blue-black eyelashes. His loose curls draped my ears with warmth, above me was the canopy of the forest, playing p...