So you’re given a power. What is it? A super power? Maybe it’s a highly advanced app that can send signals directly to your prefrontal cortex? Or maybe it’s a note book that makes anything you write happen in it? Who knows, the possibilities are endless! Have a little fun, sit back, and enjoy your new powers! What's next? A brand new app...
So, here we are, just the two of us. You and I, all alone. You're feeling a little curious, alone, eager for, stimulation. Well, I aim to please, and I intend, not to disappoint. Hmmm, cerebral stimulation, or does another part of your body, require being teased? Perhaps, you are seeking a little of both? Maybe, I can entertain you, and cause you to achieve,...
Author's note: This tale features a brain-damage fetish, unorthodox sex, and unstable people over age 18. This story is sexual but not really erotic, and is NOT for the squeamish, although nobody is forced, harmed, or trepanned here. I aimed the power drill at my forehead and pulled the trigger. The motor spun up to speed like a solid dust-devil. My future...
A Oneshot ———— The Brain of Adeline Parker-Tate Secret Agent Day: Friday Time: 3.05am, approx. three hours before sunrise, five minutes into the witching hour. Mission: To get into room 242 undetected and steal Sphanx, world's best familiar/annoying cat, who escaped my room a week ago and hasn't returned. Sphanx's return is vital to my soul, damn...
A girlfriend at college, Kathy, invited me to Cape Cod for a weekend in late June. Her family had a house on South Pamet Road, in Truro, within the Cape Cod National Seashore, where existing houses were "grandfathered in" for their final years of private ownership. Gradually, they all will be razed and cleared. It is a vanishing paradise with sprawling paste...
"It's getting worse, isn't it?" the Motherfucker asked. Freya had to stop and press her hands flat against the table, they were shaking so bad. "Are you hearing them now?" "Yes," Freya said, her voice tight with strain. "Why don't you put that down for a moment. I've been looking into that drug you asked about, and I've found some... interesting informat...
Rising out of the nothing brought a pang to his prefrontal cortex. Without opening his eyes Spencer recognized the annoyance of a dull hangover... and something playing with his tenders. His heavy eye lids opened and seen the sheets had been pulled down to his knees. Katherine was looking up at him with wide innocent eyes as she sucked his testicles, her han...
INTAKE They wheeled her into Dr. Sugismund Spivey's consulting room on a gurney. She was strapped down by not one, but count 'em, three straightjackets. At Spivey's request, she was further wrapped in gauze to resemble an Egyptian mummy Yet, even this triple wrap could not attenuate the erotic magnificence of Rhonda McMurphy's double-H hooters. Rhonda was w...
Hi. I'm Linda Palmer, project lead for the Cyberdyne Cortex System. The Cortex system is a helmet that will add to the wearer's experience, and can be personalized to their specific needs or desires. When we get it perfected, we will really be the company motto - "Bringing tomorrow's Technology to Life". Some blind people can see objects within a foot of th...
Chapter 4: London-Town "Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me." -Friedrich Nietzsche, 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' Surprisingly, the bus ride to London wasn't as bad as Hal had feared it would be. The first hour was pretty rough while he grappled with his guilt over the blowjob Brianna gad given him over the weekend. Eventually, he realized that he...