Author's Note: This is my attempt to explain my thoughts about readers and those that comment. Before you even get into it, let me say thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for taking your precious time to read the words that I have put together, hopefully with the goal of overall entertainment. This is not a fiction story, just my opinion, so you'v...
My wife and I were in the midst of replacing our kitchen; tearing out the old cabinetry and floors, junking the appliances, meeting with designers, the whole works. It was a grueling job, expensive, and not much fun until the new cabinets and countertops were installed. Now, it was time to shop for appliances, and Daisy and I went to the Appliance Mart to sh...
*** Just a quick story that I had an idea of the other day, I had a mindset of humour when writing this *** The Painting The bell clattered quickly as Jeremy opened the door to the antiques shop. Shoving his freckled face through and into the shop, he was hit but the musty smell that only comes with advanced age of things. As the bell clattered again just...
You've been out, fun with a friend who had to leave slightly earlier than you'd both hoped. It's been a sunny day and you're now looking forward to getting home and off your feet. It's only mid-afternoon, but you've had enough of walking and plan on spending the remaining hours of sun on a chair, feet up, laptop out and Tumblr scrolling by with all the usual...
Introduction This is another chapter of Chloe's story, a tale of lesbian seduction and domination starring Chloe Sharpe, an 18-year old dominant or "domme" at Woodglen High School. The chapter's a bit of an experiment, since it's a first person account told through a series of emails. The emails are from Susannah Rush, the 43-year old principal of the sch...
Steve had enjoyed a rather extended evening pub crawl after work, and was relieved that Jill was not home when he staggered in. Rather than wait-up and watch some late night talking-heads debate on TV, he thought it more prudent, if not diplomatic, to retire to the spare bedroom. After undressing, he retrieved his laptop from the study and lay down, or rat...
The girls came stumbling home from the bachelorette party at 2am. The hotel suite high above Las Vegas erupted with a blend of loud giggles and hushed whispers. Mike and I had ended an awkward night gambling at 11pm. We were both just tag along dates for a destination wedding weekend and had zero in common. It was the slow season and with the bad economy ren...
. . . . It was a typical day at work. He needed to get out of the office for lunch for a change of scenery. He spent the next hour debating in the depths of his own mind if he should stay or go. "What the heck," he thought. "I have been working so hard on this project. And after Bob dropped the ball and got my nuts in a vise with the big boss I need to jus...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age. * "There she goes again, looking at her neighbor's paper! She is so obvious. She has to be the worst cheater ever. Now she is looking at me and acting nervous. If she looks at her neighbor again, I am taking her exam away," Joe thought to himself as he sat at his desk, preten...
Episode One, The Tests First Test... Prototype 001's visual augmentations snapped on, allowing him to see the area he had been brought to the day prior. He was an android. He knew that much of his existence. He was created through the planning and manufacturing of three women; Amara, the advertising manager of a prominent android manufacturing corporati...