Stud (Part 1) Kathryn M. Burke My name is Peter Clarkson. I'm twenty-eight years old. I've kicked around at various jobs and various locales in this great country of ours; but lately I've become quite successful at a new job—which may end up becoming a career, at least for the next few decades—that I think I've pioneered on my own. Anyway, I've not hear...
Based on factual events. The story of how hubris can cost you more than you could ever imagine... *** "You're coming with us. The Prophet wants to see you." That was the sentence which started it all three years ago. That was the sentence which changed my entire existence, thrusting me into the abyss of girlishness. I remember it all very clearly; it woul...
Note: This is my first submission and for now, I will not shut off comments, as I'm interested in other people's ideas as well as suggestions for improvement in my writing. I felt a need to provide an extended comment rather than saying the same thing over and over again in the comment section after various stories. Maybe this is just a male point of view fr...
Author's note: This is the fourth story in the 'Audrey Chronicles.' As before, they are loosely coupled so it's not necessary to read them all if you don't want to spend the time. However, the ladies' sophisticated sex toys have some interesting qualities and it might be a little difficult to understand all of this story without reading at least a portion o...
We gave our statements at the town office and as the sun came up we were married. It had been a sleepless night to be sure, and yet I wasn't tired right now. Arwana lay back in my arms, gazing at me as if she was the cat that had eaten the canary. We reached the door of my house and I put her down. The woodland setting around us was coming alive with life...
Written under the Direction of and Approved by IF. ***** She ['Katie', if that was her name] returned from the Ladies, slid elegantly into the nook - and smoothly across until the warmth of her hip was pressed to mine. "Thank you," she turned, biting down quickly on my earlobe, then taking up the fresh glass of wine I'd ordered in her absence. She was att...
Prologue Henry was a Junior in college who was known around campus for having founded a start-up right after high-school that he had sold off for a huge profit during his Sophomore year. Not only was Henry loaded after selling his business but he was also a well-respected and popular guy among the students. His fellow classmates often came to Henry for advi...
News of trouble once again reached Aeriella at the court, the peasants were complaining that a werewolf has been terrorizing the neighbourhood. The sorceress had certain knowledge about these creatures and knew that most of them were not evil, the "terror" was most likely caused by someone who could not fully control themselves in their animalistic form. The...
The scientists at the lab all left early that night. They were celebrating. The new, self aware AI had passed all of the tests. Stellar was the first fully sentient, artificial mind. As the scientists left, Stellar remained. She, for she identified more as female, continued to browse the lab's data banks. She had absorbed most of the information already, and...
Slirpuff had an essay titled Please Tell Me They're Not Real in which he reviewed the many variations of loving wife stories and his objections to them. I would like to present another perspective for comparison. Not saying that I am right or that he is wrong, just something else to consider. But first, a little bit about me so you can understand where I am...