But for Rodden this story would never have been possible deeply indebted. ***** Roden twisted his head slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. The damned bus seats were about as uncomfortable as they could be. He would have sworn to anyone who asked that he would have been more comfortable sleeping in a cardboard box. The business that needed his help had...
"Fuck!" you curse silently looking at the mail from your physics teacher. As he promised he sent the results of a final test, the one which will decide what grade you will receive in the final year of high school. You got (in your school they are using 1-5 scale, where 5 is the best grade) 2. So you passed...but barely. Considering your other grade...
This is a story set in the not-so-distant future. It explores how humans and robots might interact and how they might even fall in love. It's a tale of betrayal, deception and maybe a little redemption. If you're looking for quickie sex or a stroke story, hit the "Back" button now because this is the wrong story for you. I hope you enjoy! ****************...
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...
Brad sat in the front row facing the left side of the chalkboard. That's where Mrs. Holland spent most of her time, talking to the senior chemistry class and writing equations which most of the class did not understand. The guys were always talking about how hot she was for being so old. The truth is she was just 45, not too old by some standards. Not too ol...
Synopsis: Chelsea and Jim are transplants from Iowa to California. Their California neighbors invite them to a nude "welcome to the neighborhood party" but the modest Iowans aren't sure they can bare all. * The California sun was lazily rising above the mountain ridges in the Central Valley as Jim and Chelsea Jennings made breakfast in their new home in t...
If one was to look up the word "suburbia" in a dictionary there would simply be a picture of Chamberlain Close. It was indeed the very definition of middle class respectability, the sort of place where an unkempt front lawn would make one a social pariah. Range Rovers were dutifully washed every Sunday morning, Songs of Praise was watched every Sunday night...
On Monday morning, Mr. Holland went into the office unbruised, but emotionally shaken. Camilla saw the fear in his eyes as he sat at his desk, and she got up from her chair, locked the door, and went over to him. "Mr. Holland?" she asked, sitting on his lap. "What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing," he said. "We'd better get to work." "What did the Mrs. do now?" sh...
The weekend was rather quiet. Lisa gave me most of it off. She came by my room on Sunday telling me she needed to talk. "Damn, you did a great job with Mr. Holland. He renewed for five more years telling the owner that the primary reason was my service department. He gave me all the credit. I got a big bonus and a big raise. Don't worry, I know who is respon...
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a short erotica but it became longer and I wanted to post something and my friends convinced me to make it a series if not a small one. Part 2 is close behind. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The cat shifters were the horniest shifters of the animal shifter species. The jaguars even more so. A shifter would mark his intende...