I am a bear, a furry, fucking bear. In real life my name is Rob Lawrence. I am an auto mechanic, a job that I use to fund my real passion of being the bear. Let me explain how it all started. I am a big man 6’6” tall and over three hundred pounds. Not ripped, not fat, just big, really strong, and really ugly. My face can best be described as prehistoric, as...
A Note From The Editor: Hello and welcome to the first issue of Amazing Adult Stories, a magazine dedicated to bringing you the best, the most exciting, the most amazing accounts of awe-inspiring adventure, of daring deeds of daredevilry, of enticing erotic endeavours! Yes, this is the magazine aimed at the reader who wishes to be left thrilled and filled wi...
The beach was haunted only by a Midsummer breeze, the roar of the ocean and the light of a nearly full moon. The calming scent of salt and sand soothed the deepest reaches of my soul. Wandering up and down the dunes, I collected driftwood into a pile. Crumpled paper plates sputtered to life at the touch of a lighter and licked the pile into crackling yellow-...
Here's a pop quiz. Recognize any of the following slogans? "Get back to mischief." "If a relaxing moment turns into the right moment, will you be ready?" "Quality counts." If you've watched any televised sporting events in the last year, chances are you've seen ads for one or more of the products these slogans represent. That's right, I'm talking about Via...
Peter Gibbons was freaking out. The final presentation was supposed to have been sent to his manager by noon. It was five o'clock, and Peter was still furiously working on the most crucial slide in the deck. The phone rang, and he knew who it was before he even answered it. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I know. I...I am. I know. I...I'll have it done. I know. I...
Congratulations, mankind. We fucked up big time. There are rumors that the whole thing started as a biological experiment deep in a South American lab, somewhere. Others called it a military weapon designed underneath the streets of New York City. God bless the USA. Hell, I've even heard one person postulate that some geek in a Harvard lab accidentally disc...
Normal humans, as in me and you, are not aware of the planet that resides alongside our own. A planet that is solely energy. Only persons that have supernatural mental capacities can sense this world. Even then they dismiss it. Imagine conversation at dinner "oh I think that here is another planet out there that can make human immortal and give them super po...
"Hey, Jas how are the readings?" Dr. Eiansaur yelled to his assistant behind a wall of screens, she and two others kept careful eyes on the screens. "Looking good sir, the arms are spinning at optimum speed, power and gravity are in the green and we have the coordinates set where ready at anytime," a beautiful blond yelled in response smiling in glee and an...
During my initial forays into the swinging arena, the Internet wasn't even a whisper on the lips of the public. Digital cameras? The only things digital in that archaic Stone Age were alarm clocks and microwave oven displays. We're talkin' VCRs and cassette tapes. Ozzy was still perceived as some dove-devouring, Satanic psychopath, as opposed to the pablum-...
Speciation. How exactly does that occur? When does it occur? What would it mean for the world if it happened in humans? Once upon a time, the answers to that line of questioning would have meant very little to Clarence Brownstone. He's never been the scientific type, to be exact. A tall, slim African American fellow who seems quite bland when one first meets...