Functional Connectivity, Inhibitory Control, Older Adults Stories

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Recovery Mission

by Decentguy on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

First, there was the woodland trail, and birds singing in every tree. Jillian felt the dirt of the path between her toes, and her father's hand was warm in her own, large and calloused; comfortably, protectively cradling her small fingers. 'Daddy, where is the witch's house? Can we see the gingerbread on it?' 'Honey-sweet, it's just a little ways further o...

Cuckoo: Requiem Pt. 01

by testudo on Sep 11, 2017
NonHuman

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age * Cuckoo's ship was just clearing the atmosphere. Its holds were full of the essence pods he had harvested from the mate/prey he had taken on the planet, and he had the four females he mated with placed in stasis. Cuckoo planned on contacting his gene house as soon as he cleared the grav...

The Training Ch. 02

by dr_mabeuse on Sep 11, 2017
Chain Stories

"Gentlemen, here is the project" James said to the darkened auditorium. "Her name is Alison C." The woman stood and walked mechanically up the three steps to the small stage and stopped under the spotlight, her face blank. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a trim and compact body, and was clad only in a hospital gown and disposable paper slippers. When sh...

Bondage Game!

by dinodino3 on Apr 22, 2025

★★★★★ "An elegantly made, functional game that's competently written and pretty fun."-Anonymous Reader Intro: This roleplay story will simulate a sex game. You play as the submissive, with your 'girlfriend' being the dominant. She is a sadistic but very loving top. The luck of a dice roll will determine what horrible things happen to you at her han...

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Sex and Polar Bears

by XXscribbler on Aug 20, 2018
Erotic Couplings

Andrew had visited Portland many times, always on business, and never had time to explore. This time, he was lucky: Friday and Saturday he had nothing "official" to do. But on Sunday, he was to head a major "wrap-up-and-report" committee. Only then could he leave. An oceanographer and good overall naturalist, he'd heard about the Portland zoo, always in su...

The Fetish Chronicles Ch. 01

by Paul44 on Sep 15, 2017
Humor & Satire

The white-haired man looked up from his toast and remarked clearly to the man standing near him listening intently as he picked up the empty breakfast dishes. "Ponsonby I have decided to be a wicked man," he spoke with clarity and that in-built mannerism of an Englishman of the highest quality. If he had intended to shock the man near him it was not appar...

Midsummer Night

by CreamyLady on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Faye heard the music just after midnight. It was soft and lilting. She thought it might be a harp, but when she listened harder, it seemed to be a flute. She couldn't tell where it came from; anywhere, everywhere, nowhere. She sat up in the bed, stretching, and listened intently. Beside her, sprawled over most of the bed, was her husband. Jeff was still a g...

Two Bathrooms to Go!

by XXscribbler on Jul 4, 2018
Erotic Couplings

The tsunami of lust and need was utterly unexpected. It came out of nowhere to crash over Helen with the force of a collapsing brick wall, leaving her literally gasping. Between her thighs the sudden gush of moisture took her fully aback – it had to have been twenty years, and women her present age weren't supposed to be capable of that. So much for receiv...

Arcology: Miniaturize or Die?

by Decayed Angel on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Arcology has been discussed as a solution to urban sprawl, overpopulation, and wasteful consumption; some even suggest it is a solution to terrorism. Unfortunately, arcology remains the science fiction of a far distant future. "Miniaturize or die!" These words of Paolo Soleri echo from the empty domes of his "urban laboratory" called Arcosanti. (1) He preac...

The Man in the Pod Ch. 01

by Dracthyus on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The amazing thing is, Fred woke up. It was only amazing because the last thing that Fred remembered, he was crashing his hoverbike at something like two hundred miles an hour, and one generally didn't wake up from that. He couldn't feel his arms or legs, or much of anything else. He could see a sterile white room, could hear voices calling his name, could e...