(Cover image by Kairunoburogu) This story is public and I would greatly appreciate if you considered writing your own branch for it to give some more options to the readers. Anything allowed by the Chyoa rules is allowed here as long as it fits the premise of course. Please read the writer guidelines to help you fit your branch with the overarching lore befo...
My husband Rich recently got a promotion at work that required a lot of travel. When he was home he often had to entertain clients on the golf course, leaving me a little frustrated. I decided to surprise him by learning to play golf. I figured we would be able to spend some time together every now and then if I could go on the course with him. I went to a...
"Fuck," I muttered lowly. The sound of Simeon Forster Sr. hanging up the phone and Simeon Forster Jr. slamming my front door coincided and left me achingly hollow. I knew I should run after Sim, should chase him down and explain that there was no dinner date and was never going to be one, but my legs wouldn't move, locked in place no doubt by my pride. Outs...
[To My Readers: I'm quite sorry this chapter has taken so long. I probably shouldn't have named this story "Writer's Block", since it's apparently become one for me! But trust me, I'm working out the kinks as best I can and fully intend to tell Imogen & Sim's story to the best of my abilities. I thank you as always for your very kind reception of this new st...
Chapter 1. As I stood gazing out a port side viewport at the rainbow colors of the Arcturus nebula, I heard steps coming up quickly behind me in the hall, I turned as a voice called to me, " Captain Kingston, Captain..." "Yes?" "Central Command just assigned me to be your new subpilot, " she said with a bright smile. I looked her over. Early twenties, g...
I dropped the letter like it burned me and sat in stunned silence, my brain whirling furiously. I picked it up and reread it twice. There was no signature, no return address, nothing to indicate who'd written it, but I knew and I wanted to kick him in his smug shins. I reread it again, hating every black stroke of ink which snaked confidently across the pag...
The use of the word Tranny is not meant to be disrespectful, it is used as it was in the past although not politically correct at this time. ***** This tale took place a good while ago, but most of the details remain quite clear in my memory. Yet, strangely, at this moment I can't remember her name, maybe because she changed her name every month? She was a...
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I screamed to myself. "How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here?" I am stuck in a virtual reality scene. I am my avatar, Krystal. The developers of SIM: Slut City offered to me a try-out of their new VR body suit. After putting it on I was completely engulfed and only aware of my life-like surroundings within the game. Unfortunately...
Author's Note: Hi all! Here's a super-quick, fun stroke piece I wrote a couple months back. I never originally intended to put this up, but eh? Why not. There's only a hair-thin premise as prelude to the down & dirty, so if you want a whole crazy plot, this may not be the submission for you. I wrote this in one sitting, and it's never seen an editor so ... t...
November 5, 2003 19 year old Jake got off the bus in Times Square with his older friend Aideen Higgs, known otherwise as Kandikorn, a stripper in Tunstall, the village that housed Jake's college. "Now I'm going to give you the experience that you've been waiting for, Jake." Aideen said this, smiling. "You're going to pay for dating and ditching all those t...