A quick look in this "how to" section will reveal a veritable cornucopia of guides about why men and women do various things, or the precise mechanics of foreplay, or even how to "get laid" if you're a geeky guy. These can all be useful, but there's a tremendous amount of subjectivity involved in these discourses. The purpose of this rather brief essay is to...
Talking about infantilism in millennial, but still grappling with old age problems. We cannot live like the Old Age, but now, respect is being aborted by circumstances, or rather miscarried by our insincere decision making. This catalyzed by the evolution of media that eases access to the gutter. A conscious mind is under attack from foreign ideologies whic...
Ch 2 – Continuing the takeover (Rhonen) At the urging of some readers, I've decided to write a sequel to the original story. Please feel free to comment on the story, and reply to me about your thoughts. I would love to correspond with you about what you liked or didn't like. Years before, a few survivors of a dying planet had sent out scouts to find a pla...
Mark had passed out. His prison of sentient living latex lad stilled to allow his rest. It had been learning that such periods of unconsciousness were needed by its host. It didn't mind. He wasn't going anywhere. Deep inside its being it could feel its offspring approach the outside of the cave. It knew it had caught someone... someone important to its hos...
A stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous, hour-glass figure and silky platinum-white blonde hair that reached her shoulders stood on the bridge of an Interplanetary Mutual Observation spacecruiser hidden in the vast shadow behind Earth's moon. The gorgeous woman's real name was Hilde but the all-female crew of the spacecruiser only knew her as Admiral...
Contrarily to what most people seem to think, not all those who are different lead dreadful lives. Some of us have it good. We're not what you think. Not all of our kind anyway. My name is Edward Malveaux. In the eyes of the world, I'm a successful businessman. I work for an investment firm located in Boston's Financial District. Anyone looking at me would s...
I am going to write a story about Octnavin. I must. I just got this really, really great idea for him. Now I am super excited to work on that... instead of my Ice Era Chronicles. My other half is all like... "Will you please get back to Sky's The Limit?" I will. I like that story too. I still love the chronicles, but I have to say these aliens might be my...
Regan opened her eyes blearily, her head pounding and the room seeming too bright for her to fully open her eyes. She groaned softly, trying to piece together what had happened the night before. She had been at a party, someone had offered her a pill, she had been drunk and took it, and then... It wouldn't be the first time the redhead woke up somewhere unf...
My name is James Jarvis. A big and tall young man of Haitian and Irish descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I was born to an Irish mother and Haitian father. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me and I was raised by my father's family. Being a biracial dude in the racially diverse but occasionally uptight City of Boston wasn't alway...
I come home after a long day at work. Luckily, my family will be there waiting for me. My name is Madeline Jean Madison. I'm a Black woman living in the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I teach business at the Quebec Technical College or Q.T.C. The life of a middle-aged Black woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy but I manage. At forty three,...