It all began with just four little mysterious words showing up on her phone one morning. This is where our story loses touch with reality. This is where our heroine begins to lose herself, or maybe it's where her journey to find herself begins. She ignores the text message, figures it is an advertisement or one of her friends pranking her. Her day intones...
A new chapter following on from Fembots and Rise of the Fembots..... Gerry squealed in surprise and span around. One of the fembots was standing in the doorway. The tight-fitting jumpsuit that Gerry had thought would be a good design for a basic dominatrix costume showed off every curve of the bodyform moulding beneath. Gerry was rooted to the spot, fright...
On one occasion I was traveling out of town to participate in a working meeting. I arrived the night before, at dinnertime, and searched for a restaurant where I could take a meal before returning to my hotel. I chose a table, sat down and ordered the meal, after checking the menu. While waiting, I went to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands. On my way in...
**This story is a work of fiction and intended for people of It was a very cold night. Had it not been for Adam's incessant begging I would have missed out on the best experience of my life. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect when Benji invited us to the lesser known bar somewhere in the village. I was not in a mood to drink that night, but Benji had d...
Professor VonNeudman had sculpted a body built purely for pleasure. A form designed to fulfil any fantasy the user could imagine and inspire them to new heights of lust. But building the perfect sexual playmate had proven to be the easy part. In order to be more than a simple doll, it needed the capacity to function independently. It needed a mind. Experimen...
Author's Note: This is my entry for the 2020 Geek Pride event on May 25th. I would like to thank Chloe Tzang for her gentle nudge to write this story. It turned out a lot longer than I'd originally intended, but I quickly realized that this story wasn't going to let me get away with it being any shorter. As always, I need to thank my editors Guinahart and...
*Author’s note: This story is Public, if you have an idea, start writing!* Robots, science and chemistry have all advanced further than the public is aware of. Due to patents and trade secrets, nobody knew it was even possible to create a sex bot. They can have gravity defying shapes and sizes. They can even alter their owner with chemical cocktails. Cockbot...
An einem dieser langweiligen Herbsttage, an dem es die ganze Zeit nur regnete, hatte ich einfach keine Lust mehr in der Wohnung rumzusitzen. Die Hausaufgaben waren erledigt, das Fernsehen bot wie immer nichts Brauchbares, also ging ich zu unserem Spielplatz in der Hoffnung, dort jemanden zu treffen. Unter dem Vordach meines Hauses saß Andrea, die mich seit T...
(Note: If you haven't read the original Mistaken Identity I recommend doing so. See Author's Note at the bottom.) You sit on the unforgiving metal bench of the antiquated ex-military cargo plane. The repetitive shaking and jostling is killing your back and ass, and that incessant deafening droning of the big propeller engines has you believing your hearing w...
10 - Epilogue: Simon Milton winced as he gingerly lowered himself onto the burgundy leather chesterfield. Whoever the bastard was who'd worked him over, he'd done a bloody good job of it. He'd get even with the fucker if it was the last thing he did. He lit a Davidoff cigar and took a long drag, then balanced it on the edge of a cut glass ashtray on the s...