Day 4 - The return to Reality It's now morning my love, and we awaken in each others arms, and its time to head back to reality - to our simple lives back home. You look at me and smile and begin to rub my pussy - you tell me we have one last moment in bed together. I am wet quick because your fingers know exactly where to roam. You slide on top of me - thr...
Sam sat down and looked at his final creation, the Dream Reality editor. It took him several months of coding and training the deep learning AI he stole online but now it was ready. To test it out Sam grabbed "Age of Ultron" and put it into his computer. Selecting Black Widow, Sam saved her as a "Subject" and let the program create a mode...
The soft sound of a light-jazz saxophone solo teased Donna awake. She rolled over and pressed the snooze button on the alarm clock, then curled back up and pulled the covers tight under her chin. The alarm clock was set ten minutes early, that meant two extra five-minute snoozes. They felt wonderful. At six o'clock, she pushed back the sheets and swung her...
Author's note: This is a tamer tale than many I tell, and that's very deliberate and for a very specific segment of my audience (you know who you are). As well as that, there's maybe a little more of the autobiographical about this one, but I'm not telling you which bit in particular... * I knew I was finally going to do it the moment I left the house that...
I lay restless on top of the sheets of my bed. My own perspiration has already dampened the imprint beneath my naked body. My penis lies awkwardly toward the right, with the tip touching my thigh. The warm night air moves softly in the window causing the thin cotton curtain to slowly billow into the room momentarily before returning to hang limp again. The f...
A gentle breeze ripples across my body from the open window, the mellow warmth of a spring morning welcoming another day, another chance to dream of what could be. The sunlight filtering through the window warms my face, my arms chilled from a night wrapped around my pillow, wishing for the warmth of another human being, wishing that things were different an...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Note: Like I said, I'd be starting this once my other story finishes. I implore you to enjoy this story, whether for its story or sex (there won't be a large amount, be warned). Also, I was supposed to have an editor for this story... But she was a no show and I was too lazy to wait. * "Y-you're serious? Someone's breaking into our servers? That's impossib...
Note: In the previous chapter, I showed some of the character's game stats. While I think that's a semi interesting concept, I'm not going to bother doing so anymore, though I'll keep doing the health and mana numbers for fights. It's too much information to keep a handle on and consistently update with every chapter. Hell, I even hand my own little algorith...
The days merged into weeks, the weeks into months. The only reality was suffering. Many women suffer with pain in their hearts, pain in their bodies or both. Robin's reality at the beginning of her servitude was humiliation mostly. Constantly tormented by Gabriela, every aspect of what life she had left was controlled. This reality had become a blur of humil...