This was written based on a true story experienced by a client. Contact me if you want me to write your story up! It was probably going to be the last party before high-school graduation, Matt thought to himself. Our hero was 5"11 with an enthusiastic smile and soft curly hair cut close to his scalp. His mixed white and Native-American ancestry gave him a s...
The wager was made after several rounds of whiskey. It was a serious bet made after our protagonist asked for an up or down vote on the "fuckability" of various women colleagues. Thumbs up, thumbs down. There was no office slut as such, but there were the flirty ones, the busty ones, the long-legged short-skirted ones. There were a few disagreements, voices...
Our protagonist was always the one to fail. Failed to do household chores, failed to meet expectations at work or school. Doomed to lead a life of miserable failure 'If only I could be told to do something more fun. Something I'd actually enjoy doing.' The fates heard the plea. For though they work in mysterious ways, they have for some unknowable reason dec...
Prologue The camera starts panned out, you can see the whole of earth from space, but in the place of land you see great rolling planes of fire. A long time ago all-mighty ancient beings had sacrificed themselves in order to save the known Universe from a foe long forgotten. With a sudden boom of light, like a shock wave coming from the center of the planet...
I reached out, blindly swatting at my alarm on my phone as I tried to shut it off. Eventually I somehow managed to hit the button. I laid there for a bit wishing I could go back to sleep before finally rolling unto my back and let out a groan as I stretched out my arms and shoulders and took a deep breath before letting out a yawn. I covered my mouth and the...
Authors Note: This story frequently relies on score dependent text, so you're going to want to read this in game mode. Just check that menu in the top right of the window and hit Start Game. If you don't each score sensitive passage will display a default option that disregards your previous choices. ISSUE ONE Saint City. Once a bastion of virtue and civil...
I always preferred train travel over air travel. It's more relaxing and without all the added security layers that make air travel a burden. I was taking the train to a nearby city and opted for the overnight train. I always upgraded to business class and enjoyed the meals and free wine. I was already into my third glass of Syrah when we stopped at a small s...
On 9th July 1984, Stephanie Butler wakes up to the tune of Blondie singing on the radio: One way, or another, I'm gonna find you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you One way, or another, I'm gonna win you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you... Stephanie fumbles to turn off the alarm and stumbles out of bed, failing to notice one of her nippl...
All persons are 18 or above. ***** "What does a writer of erotic romance do when he has broken his leg in three places, and may expect to be bed ridden in perhaps 6 months? Who can work with such a tiresome scenario." Marc looked at his wife and co-writer Jane, who was also author of the recent best-seller and femdom-novel "The Unmerciful Countess." Ever...
Cocking an eyebrow you scanned over the letter again, "This has to be a joke.” You mutter with confusion. This morning you had got up eaten a light breakfast and went to pick up the mail, which usually got here pretty early in the trucks route. Aside from the usual bills and garbage offers on the house there’s was something really odd in this round of m...