There are several stories out there involving living clothes but I want to leave this open to allow many collective authors to be as creative as possible. For example, you can write a story about clothes simply coming to life and stripping their wearer, leaving them nude and embarrassed or maybe the living clothes forces someone to wear them and turns them i...
This is a Hub Page to make it easier to select a path the reader would enjoy most right from the start and as such very much a WIP. {Morpheus here: This story is what Germans call a "Fingerübung", a finger excercise to test out how to structure and maintain a first complex story all of my own. As such, expect some newbie mistakes and such, even tho...
{if Edge < 200}{else}This is only intended to be experienced in game mode.{endif} Author’s note: This story is a slow burn to get to the good stuff. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy. Part 1 “Victoria fucking did it again!” I fume, skipping the formalities of greeting Lewis as I let myself into his apartment. He knew I was coming and I have the spare key. “N...
I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
Our story begins in the fall, just as the leafs begin to turn yellow. You are a young man recently enrolled at a university far away from your hometown. Luckily you have found a small apartment on campus and it is on this campus your life will take a new turn. You are in your apartment, it's pretty late and you are, well, you're looking at porn. Not very sex...
That particular Monday started out nicely enough for restaurant owner and businesswoman Yvette Pierre. Rising at seven o'clock in the Vanier townhouse she owned, Yvette showered and got dressed, then went to open her restaurant, Yvette's Spot. Braving the Ontario winter was no joke, but the strong lady had a business to run. By ten o'clock the tireless Haiti...
This is an extension of the previous one where the original was written at Seaking's site over 10 years ago and nobody has the contact info for the author (who apparently never wrote anything else). * Ed knew he shouldn't be doing it, but he was here in the bank again. Cheryl had closed the blinds to her office and he was under her desk as she worked, vigo...
The party was over. Almost everybody had left, leaving you and five of your friends alone. Aside from you, there was Miranda, Nicole, Sarah, Matt, and Tom. You've had a crush on Miranda since as long as you remember. She was perfect in your eyes. She had beautiful brown and you would love to run your fingers through it, or... lace your fingers in it as her h...
The elevator doors opened to reveal an empty cab. Jared entered, holding a coffee in one hand while the other rested on the strap of his laptop bag. He selected 14 on the panel and returned to the center of the elevator. "Thank God," he sighed, both at the fact of his being alone and it being Friday. The cab doors closed and the elevator began pull...
Watching your parents' SUV drive off down the road, you're left standing in front of the massive red brick building that serves as the Clear Water Institute's main center. You glance around, seeing a shining blue lake that you assume has given the campus its name, a large metal building you assume is a sports hall and two large dormitory buildings. You grima...