He came from a bottle. No, you heard me right, a real life twenty-first century genie in a bottle found discarded at the side of the road. At first glance, it resembled a phallic, pinkish-peach flower vase. Even the base was like ceramic testicles. I picked it up and even though it was a cool summer morning, nothing like the humid Georgia heat that would com...
***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "Wish Granted" and any stories in the "Wish Granted" series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. The main character is reluctant to deal with the genie, but willingly and happily participates in the...
Seems like this has enough interest that I wanted to give it another chapter before I bounced around to anything else. Yes, new readers: I bounce from series to series. I also try to keep my series open-ended, so if you're frustrated when a series "doesn't finish" please understand I'm not likely to reach for an ending with a bow on it. Hope you're good with...
I've always wanted to skydive. The air rushing by you face literally covers you, blocking all sound so that you can't hear anything else while you're falling. Of course, you'd need a few items to do this activity. A parachute, goggles, gloves, and boots were some of the items I knew you had to have to do this activity safely. So let me tell you when I sudden...
Matt was woken up the next morning by the sound of his alarm clock, telling him it was time for him to get up for school. Matt groaned, and rolled over to look at his clock. "Master, do you wish me to end that noise? I would seem to be annoying you." Matt sat up, and saw Lumiosa sat down on the chair. "Uh...sure," he replied, and the alarm noise immediatel...
copyright 2003 - clemstra She was waiting in line for her turn at judgment when I had time. My harp break was over, so I opened up another Que. "Next," I called, letting her come over to tell me her story as I read her file. The file has the facts, but it's important to hear the story of the end straight from the individual. So I let her tell me how she got...
------------- Prelude: Very early, about the 6th or 7th Century AD ---------------------- From the sparse artifacts and record fragments it can be determined that, of the small group of genie trainees graduating in this one class, most had absorbed the information and direction well, yet there remained a thread of individualism in each. Some were more pliab...
I tried not to whimper. If I made noise, Jasmine might come back in. I was chained to the chair, with a plug in my ass. She told me she would take it out when I was done writing my story down, but if she had to come back in before then she'd swap it out for a bigger plug. I hadn't seen the plug she was putting in me, just felt it stretching out my asshole. A...
Word from the author: I forgot to mention in my prologue, this is my first time ever writing here. Hopefully as I continue to write stories on here, my understanding on how good stories are written will improve. That being said, I really do appreciate the constructive criticism that you guys provide for me in the comments. I know that I am far from being a p...
You wake up to the early morning sun shining through your Venetian blinds, directly into your eyes. You throw off your blankets, open your closet door, and dig through the clothes on the floor. Searching until you find your least pair of dirty pants. You get dressed not bothering to change your boxers and head into the kitchen through the eerie silence of th...