Ch. 2: David and Ainsley greet a new reality. Author's Note "An Artificial Life" is the first story I have written, an exploration of general-purpose artificial intelligence - how that might come about and what that might mean. As a new author, I was grateful and overwhelmed by the generous response and helpful comments, as well as the significant number...
NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa's series "Cock Star." The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure. As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, Samson lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. This story focuses on our hero's early adventures when he was jus...
The silence during the drive was consuming the attention of the couple in the vehicle. Ray Thompson gazed ahead lost in his private thoughts. Surreptitiously he would allow an occasional peripheral view at his wife, Marilyn. She was concentrating on looking out the passenger side window at whatever caught her interest. Whenever she thought it was safe she wo...
Hey all. Here's another story and it's Directly connected to a few other stories including Neighbors and some that haven't been posted yet. All characters involved in sex are 18 or older. Because someone has tried to copy my work and post it online, I must state my all my work is protected by copyright laws. That being said, I hope you enjoy. ***** This pl...
Update: I rewrote the opening scene of this segment, based on reader feedback, which I couldn't argue against. I think chapters 54 and 55 flow great together in my manuscript, but up here on the site, with so much time between segment submissions, it didn't feel write. So, here you go. Hope this does Amy and Violet more justice, which they deserve. I'm sorr...
Author's Note: This is the final chapter of this story. I recommend checking the tags before reading. ***** "I'm listening," the nameless gypsy said, head inclined toward Alisa, who stood, motionless in her tearing dress. It strained against her mammoth cock. Veins pushed between the slits, offering a glimpse at her pale foreskin and, lower down, her angry...
Meg O'Donnell was once the picture of sweetness and innocence. However, working in the cut-throat fashion industry for ten years does tend to tarnish one's halo a bit. Besides which, she came from a long line of witches. Surprisingly enough, the actual knack for witchery seems to be, to some extent, genetic, and in Meg's case actually skipped generations for...
Watching it grow. Taking my morning jog I got to know the local sights and sounds which for me, as a writer, made for interesting notes as soon as I got home, jotting down anything that struck my eye that I could possibly use. Foremost in my notes were the obvious love and passion Cecilia had for her beautiful garden, breathing in the multiple scents of th...
Somewhere between the "FUCK YOU" and the "YOUR MOM'S N'OLD HAG" and the "LAST TIME YOUR IDIOT BROTHER CRASHES IN OUR PLACE", Steven noticed that the rain sure had become more and more cerebral. It was like the skies and his wife were singing on the same tune. In a split second of quietness he was able to slip in a humorous thought of how maybe there should b...
I woke on Monday morning at our gorgeous Costa Rican hotel almost as early as I had on the previous day. Brad was still sleeping soundly so slipping from the bed I wandered out onto the balcony. Despite it not being much past dawn it was nice and warm. There were a few birds up and about but disappointingly no toucans. I felt like I was starting to bubble...