You've been gone four days in Illinois. I bought a new chair while you were gone. Red leather, rich and dark like the walls of a Pompeian brothel. The first thing I notice about the new leather armchair is its smell, like animals and barnyards. As soon as the delivery men leave, I throw myself onto it, rolling and sliding and sniffing the dark red earthines...
Sasha. Sasha of the exotic name and vanilla sex. Missionary position or doggy, if she was drunk. I remember when I tried to put her legs over my shoulders, she told me “That feels too vulnerable.” Yeah, that’s kind of the point, Sasha. I want you vulnerable. I want me vulnerable. I want us vulnerable to pleasure and pain and giving and taking. I want you vul...
You’ve got a freind named Denise, with a strong interest in the supernatural--something you have in common. At times, it seems she has a crush on you, but you’ve been friends for years. Besides, Denise was just older than you by enough that you figured she didn’t think of you that way. One afternoon, you knocked on Denise’s front door. When the door opened,...
The following short is part of a collaboration between myself and the artist Nacnac. It will be completely reworked to fit the format as a voice-over for one of the artist's upcoming animations, but I've been given permission to release it in this form. Look Nacnac up, you won't be disappointed. Hope you enjoy... ***** My name is Mandi, and I have a dir...
In the future, who cares when, a scientist has created an Artifical Intelligence hardware (or is it software at the same time) which can physically embed itself into any article of slime. Whether it was a jelly of some sort or even a toy slime, the scientist could install this AI into a slime by injecting or pouring said chemical onto/into a body of slime. T...
Chapter 4 - South African Housewife January 5, 2019 I smiled as I closed the door behind Hannah, but not before noticing that Jenny Defoe's peep hole went from dark to light. It seemed that either Jenny or Gregory was curious about me and Hannah, or maybe they were just curious about who was just outside their door. I couldn't know for certain, so with a s...
The Daughter of Frigg Book 10 - The Cuckolding Succubus From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler Leaving Atlanta - April 1, 2001 - Leaving Owen in Atlanta was the hardest thing I ever did, but I wanted Frigg to be there for my second Nymphilli birth, after all she had not been able to be there for Francine's birth. She had moved to Twin Falls Idaho to b...
I always found that I had my most lucid dreams during Spring and Autumn, when the temperature was just right for snuggling up in the covers. Most of the time, when I was able to recall such a dream after waking, I could only piece together bits and pieces of what transpired. That was definitely not the case when it came to the events that changed my life for...
My name is Robert. I was, at one time, addicted to the online world called Second Life. I guess I cannot say I am not addicted to it any more but that is what this story is all about. I first heard of second life on a TV show called CSI New York. I was a little intrigued by it but did not do anything about it for over a year. I then decided to try it. My fi...
It was a bright and sunny afternoon on Mars above Paradigm Incorporated. It was entering into the late afternoon and Ezekiel Cross had one final tour to take care of before he could call it a day. He took a breath and downed the last of the water bottle he'd been favoring for the past hour, tossing it into the nearby recycling port in the wall. He straighten...