"We're so self-important. [...] Everybody's gonna save somethin', now. Save the trees; save the bees; save the whales; save those snails. And the greatest arrogance of all; save the planet. What?! Are these fucking people kidding me? Save the planet? We don't even know how to take care of ourselves, yet. We haven't learned how to care for one another. We'...
At Samuel Ezra Xander University, a small, private, liberal arts college on the east coast there are several options for freshman living. One of these options is the Johnson Complex, and it’s considered the best place a freshman could live. Twelve buildings, Forty-Eight students per building, a lounge, every room has AC, and it’s in a great location on campu...
Sadjams: Making Do in the Rustbelt Ch.2 Cucumber Melancholy Ian and Elaine [The Ideals and Incidents of Platonic Sensuality] Elaine. We'd be almost best friends if either of us were into that kind of thing. Too much commitment. Too much hierarchy. Elaine lives the life of a nice girl, or appears to by the standards of folks around here. In actuality, sh...
This is currently a work-in-progress. Updates to the ongoing story and paths, with reference dates, will be included here on the first page. Any questions/comments/compliments/insults are welcome via chapter comments and private messages, don't hesitate to reach out if you feel inclined! This story has multiple flags and variables that will influence how the...
This story is a public hub for members of CHYOA to post whatever breast expansion (BE) focused scenarios that they don't want to put in a stand-alone story and/or doesn't fit in another story! BE is a fetish that focuses on breast growth. The exact method and rate will depend entirely on the individual author of the BE story. The result is that each individu...
I honestly thought that the first story was going to fucking blow but it seems with all the views and comments that all of you seem to want more. I want to personally thank you all who are reading my stories and commenting (positively) and favoriting them as well as me as an author. I know this story took a while to come out but I didn't want to rush my stor...
As evening approached I entered my dressing room and set the glass of Chardonnay on the bureau. I had planned to wear a simple black dress but decided a white V-neck with a fitted waist and open back would look best. I'd lost nearly two kilos due to my work regiment the past two weeks and decided to enjoy the slimness this evening. The mild winter allowed so...
Author's Note: This is my Valentine's contest entry. If you could vote and comment, the gay werewolves will be eternally grateful. This story was inspired by the Team America "Montage" song; if you're not familiar with it, you might want to look it up on YouTube (not essential, but will definitely enhance the experience). **** It's been four days, three h...
If you have been following my submissions, you will know that a little while ago, I opted to go for a buzz-cut instead of maintaining my shoulder length hair, which has been both liberating and erogenous, and not just for me! What I had not considered was the reaction of my parents who I caught up with when they were back in the UK for a few days. It wasn't...
1 Sunday morning's service should have alleviated the dull throbbing in Temperance's sex, but it hadn't. She could not deny, as she sat alone in her pew that morning, that the persistent, not altogether unfamiliar, prodding in her most private of parts, undulated and writhed like a creature alive inside her. It had made Temperance self-conscious, as if its...