Kat and I have been working together for many years in the same little out of the way coffee house. She was younger than I, although not that much. She has brunette hair, and a Rubenesque kind of almost pear shaped figure, with a beautiful rounded butt. She is not one of those knock down gorgeous girls, but something about her always made me stir. Any time I...
The year is 3300. For a long time everything was pretty great. Mankind ventured out into space and spread humanity to a hundred colonies and a dozen star systems. Mankind made contact with many alien species, weak and powerful, numerous and rare. There were wars, but humanity always came out on top. Back home on earth scarce resources prompted conflicts that...
[Note: This story takes inspiration by others similar, such as the works of hematoma, but all ideas here are original. My f-list, and the origin of the character of Eleanor, is here. New writers are very welcome, and I'll be adding every day or so to this story. Send me a message or just start adding if you wish! For readers, feel free to leave comments with...
The early morning sun breaks through the parted pink drapes of your bedroom and casts warm rays of light across your toned belly. You yawn, stretch, and smile at the warmth of the day. It's going to be a good one. You clamber out of bed and peek at yourself in the mirror. Your fashionable lopsided blond bob is fashionably lopsided and mussed up from the pill...
The Paisley School for Extraordinary Girls in London is the finest college for the world's most talented ladies. Some of the young women studying there are great muscians, some are geniuses or athletes. Other girls have peculiar talents and find their way to the Incredible Arts Department. Here, Headmistress Victoria Swift teaches her young pupils the most i...
You are Clarabelle Chastain. Three weeks after turning eighteen, your father dropped dead on the job. Tragic, right? It gets worse. Dear old dad was a great guy, but terrible with money, which means you're not only losing your dad, you're losing your house and just about everything else. If you'd gotten some scholarships, you might have been able to go to co...
[Note: This story includes violence and death in the tradition of fantasy books and fantasy rpgs. If you don't want to play a character that can die then all apologies, but this story isn't for you.] The village of Gutandor is situated on the craggy Western Coast of the Island of Seven Stones. North of Gutandor is the island's capitol of Morgent, and inland...
New York has never been more brilliant. From the driver's seat of your Honda Pantheus it's a blur of neon glows and the strobe of office windows seen between concrete traffic pylons. In your wake it's all a river of light and the sense of euphoria you feel as you step on the accelerator can only be matched by the ravenous curiosity about your late night rend...
The Abbey of the Order of the Burning Rose has stood upon the hallowed cliffs at White Rock and faced it stones against the crashing sea for over nine hundred years. Its great walls are built from slabs of the white marble upon which its foundation rests. The salt spray has etched and darkened paths between each massive block of stone so that it seems drawn...
You are roused from your tangled blankets at the crack of noon by the loud bang of your mother finally slamming your bedroom door open. You mutter something about five more minutes and she roughly yanks off your blanket. The cold rush of the air-conditioned air over your naked body reminds you that you are not wearing any pajamas. “Jake!” Your mother snaps,...