============================ Help Your Readers. Categorized Your Story Correctly. In Love Your Readers, I wrote about things you do to improve the reading experience for your readers. In Love Your Readers: Categories, I'd like to share my ideas on making it easier for the readers to decide to give your stories a read, by placing it in the right category....
So, you've just finished your fetish story about a lactating pregnant woman who washes her nipples with soap and water every day. What's wrong with this story? Lots. Today, as a lactating mother, I will attempt to dispel some of the myths surrounding lactation and pregnancy, which will help make your stories more believable: Myth: Pregnant women lactate....
This story is a continuation of "The Cure for Gwn's Sex Problem" and a Science Fiction Fantasy. Hopefully, someone with a vivid imagination will ask 'could this actually happen?' * Prelude and Farewell As Gwn Taylor and her good friend Jeni Arthur were leaving the banquet honoring 'The Dutchman' Gwn leaned over and said, "I can't believe how far we've co...
I have noticed the 'idealistic trend' of making women a passive aggressive, instead of recognizing them for their "power that radiates from within them" that truly appears to be the most frequent reason for them opening up to a male in need. We have too much bias for a horny lady permitting an aroused male the right to give them a good fucking, instead of -...
An author's rant. Hi folks. I know some of you detest author's comments and perhaps think the folly self-indulgent. But I've had many posts that suggest some actually enjoy delving inside my crazed head as I attempt to shed some light on what my story was supposed to achieve. So, for those of you who would like the insight, read on. The rest of you can s...
Authors note: In some parts of this story, there will be Conditions, so you will need the "Start Game" button or the story will not make any sense. The Stories where you need it will be marked as such. Edit note: Originally this was planned as a little collection of Whorehouses and the events which take place in them but I realized quickly, that th...
I awoke next to Jessika. As I lay listening to my brunette lover breathing, I reflected on the night before. After our dinner date, she had told me that she wanted me to make love to her and pretend that it meant something more than just being friends-with-benefits. I had been unsure about the pretending part, but I had gone along. The result had been an int...
Prelude to The Perfectly Imperfect Marriage: Until Death Do We Part or Divorce. A descriptive definition that contradicts itself, what is perfectly imperfect? We're all perfectly imperfect in one way or another, with some more and some less to some degree than others. No one and nothing is perfect. That's life and that's the problem with being human. We al...
Bucky's nose was buried in something that smelled like lavender. He sleepily buried his nose further into the intoxicating scent and breathed in deeply. "Bucky! Bucky! Bucky! Smell!" Bucky looked down to see his sister demandingly shoving her wrist into his face. He breathed in the scent of lavender, his mother's favorite perfume. "Have you been using Mam...
There is no sex in this story. Sorry. * The confrontation The Yuengling Black and Tan was warm. It was ice cold when I sat down. She would be home soon. She was always at home when the kids got off of the school bus. I had the drapes drawn, because the sunlight coming through the living room window was depressing. Right now, today, the darkness felt war...