Dust clouds boils up high out of the plains of North Africa, obscuring the sun, turning it into a flattened orange in the lemon sky. In the Pacific Ocean, islands so green that walking in their forests is like walking through a wet and dripping emerald, with the startling brilliance of birds in tearing flight. Long gray streets of Midwestern cities under...
A Faeophobia-Universe story "..... And the previous reports have been confirmed, the forecasts of that PFF that's been projected has been verified. Parents are advised to keep adolescent males out of doors and away from windows. Stores are reporting record sales of erectile dysfunction drugs as..." But Lisa passed out of earshot of the female announcer on...
This story contains themes of forest fire and may be triggering for some readers. Chapter 1 The French Polish was chipped and the white nails had lost their luster. She stirs the ice cubes with a paper straw, stabbing at the orange slice floating on the ruby surface. She raises the glass, examining its contents. The glow from the sky outside, played with t...
The first people to Bloom were college kids. All around the world, 18-22 year olds trying to figure out their future would very quickly have it decided for them, whether they liked it or not. The process of Blooming did not discriminate: male, female, non-binary, lesbian, gay, transgender, pretty, ugly. The only unifying factor was age. No one older than 22...
A Good Girl? The weeks leading up to Christmas are always a special time for me. I love the buzz that goes around the workplace as the twenty fifth of December draws closer; colleagues forget their daily grumbles and focus on the positives in their life. I treasure those moments when I can sneak into the kitchen and munch my way through a mince pie with bra...
It's strange what can become mundane. Even as I sit on the commuter train home, crowded and hemmed in by the inevitable Friday evening crowds, the evening's routine plays out in my head putting the events into familiar sequence. That said, there's still an undercurrent of excitement, reflecting something – but what? The thrill of breaking of taboos? We've...
For the next few days my mind was more than a little preoccupied. Every morning when I woke up, I inspected the fading shade of crimson on my bottom, then every time I sat down, the soft burning sensation that flew through the nerve endings in my backside reminded me of that night. Even two weeks later, when the colour had finally faded, the memories remain...
II: Lexi The place was so familiar Lexi felt like she had never left. The conference table dominating the center of the room surrounded on each edge by the four uncomfortable chairs. The rectangular window with its token blinds that were hardly worth turning closed they offered so little privacy. The outlets and the wide whiteboard across from the window st...
Although we had not been in the area long enough to find the number of men I wanted to give pleasure to Linda, things were definitely looking up. What I found even more interesting was that Linda, who had been up to this point less enthusiastic than I wanted was developing more of an interest in selecting our partners. Although she wouldn’t admit it, I notic...
Foreword Maria is an existing person, whom I still meet today. However, we see each other more rarely now than at the time of our activities in an oratorio choir. My amorous adventures with Maria never took place in reality. But, while writing the first chapter, it became clear that I had not yet reached the end of my fantasies. Still, I did not want to c...