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! ****************...
"Enter!" May always found it hard to fire people. Not just painful and awkward, but so physically demanding that it sometimes made her vomit afterwards. It was even worse when the person was someone she hadn't been introduced to, some face she had just seen in the hallways, someone who had held a door for her, who she had greeted with a reserved 'Morning'...
Author's note -- This is a story about the intentional use of physical pain to manage emotional pain. Which is a thing that happens, though not usually in this fashion. I hope it's clear that these characters are in a longstanding, loving, mutually beneficial, S/m relationship. Nothing that is depicted would cause any significant harm, but is designed to b...
~~The Year: 1986~~ ~~Mason Harding~~ Being alone is horrible. Lot of the people he knew — knew being a strong word — thought being alone was bad, and rough. But to them it was just a word. Being alone, well and truly alone, alone to the point you feel it in your bones, that it's a part of you, that's hell. Something about sitting on a city bus really let...
Miranda was up on the dais at the head of the room, being enthusiastically double penetrated by two men. Her head lolled back and her blonde hair hung down over the muscular shoulder of the man underneath her. Sam could hear her gasping moans. From their angle in the audience, he and Edie were almost perpendicular to the three bodies on top of each other -...
Author's Notes: I finally had time to finish part 3. This chapter mainly consists of dialogs, some more world building and a sex scene towards the end. I intend to make future chapters more eventful, but there is just so much background to establish before I can get there. I hope it is not too dull. ****** Chapter 3 "What is your name?" the interviewer as...
Day or Night, you could always tell the Chicago skyline. I was on my way back home from a conference for medical devices. Before I knew it, I could tell the difference between a scapula and a speculum This was for a job that I never wanted, but really couldn't pass up because it let me wear women's clothes all the time. I actually preferred the old-style nu...
The following story has been entered into the Valentine's Day contest for 2020. Many thanks to Vix_Giovanni for beta reading this for me and offering her insightful suggestions! Please check out her wonderful work if you have not done so already. *** I pulled my phone briefly out of my pocket, exposing fingers to the chilly air just long enough to fire off...
~~Jack~~ If there was one way he was going to die, it'd be between two dangerous women. Antoinette's tiger eyes returned, with all the ferocity and rage of when Lucas had crashed her ball. Like a crushing storm, being so near her shook him to his core as the rage poured off of her, buried him in rolling thunder that vibrated his bones and pulled his gut up...
"I don't recall seeing Irillith around here before." John mused, addressing Ceraden, who sat behind his desk, drumming his fingers on the glossy surface with irritation. "No, thank heavens. She's a 'guest', and I only have to put up with her for another week, then it'll be glorious peace and quiet once again," Ceraden replied wistfully. He looked over the...