Author’s Note At first, I planned for this to be a standalone story, like the others I’ve written before. But those stories don’t leave much space for alternate storylines. Feel free to imagine your characters. The story will be moderated from the start. *** The Camera No one knows where it came from. Some say the camera was discovered in the ruins of a long...
Secret Message, Part 1 Story by All These Roadworks (2021). Author's Note: All nine chapters of "Secret Message" are coming to CHYOA - but if you'd like to read the whole story right now, or support its creation, you can get it as an e-book from my creator store! (Click here to view in store.) === Kathy found the website by accident. “Decode the Se...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for...
Closing time at Morgan's Pub came around rather soon for Brad and Khaled. They had downed 6 pitchers between them, and they sure acted and looked like it. The sudden turning on of all the lights in the place was the indication that it was time to get out. They had been lucky enough to find parking behind the building rather than out in front on the street....
I pulled up to the house to let them out. It had been quite a day. "Ashley, come in and join us for dinner." I was prepared to decline though Sunny told me it was the least she could do. It was, after all, a gift and I was happy to do it. But then she said, "You're part of the family and we like to have you with us." How do you say no to that? "Okay."...
A brief interlude where our protagonist realises just how much impact his experiences in the previous chapter have had on his ability to be satisfied. NB: Contains watersports. I drove home with my mind so fogged by shock that I found myself frowning and squinting to concentrate on the road beyond the rain spattered windscreen. I felt cold and clammy as th...
"Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream" ― children's nursery rhyme Yuri Oscar Ulisov. "Stupid name," thought Randall. "Fuckin' foreigners," he cogitated, the same way he had thousands — perhaps tens of thousands — of times in the past. What else could he do? Sixty-two years in the same go...
She woke with a start. Disoriented, her brain clumsily exited the dream she was enjoying. One eye glanced at the clock on the bedside table, her brain dimly registering that the alarm was set to go off in a few minutes. She sat up on her elbow trying to recover the scene that was playing out in her brain. It was erotic, some kind of lovemaking. Warmth. Ple...
I'd been working as a freelance games journalist for a while, and finally I had a staff position at a decently sized publication. Problem was, I wasn't getting anywhere. The senior staff mostly got the big releases, which I was expecting, but I barely get thrown a bone. Even the interesting smaller stuff was given to the freelancers. Let's get one thing str...
All the following characters are consenting 18 and above adults. This is a DDLG story. No incest what so ever. They are clearly pet names of endearment. * She was inexperienced. The endless sort of situations that were avoided from her had finally occurred. The look of his eyes captured her every essence, but it was also lust towards the body that ached in...