Every week or so I load up the laundry basket and head for the corner Wash-o-Matic. It's your typical Laundromat. A double row of washing machines lined up down the middle of the store with front-loading dryers along both walls. Neon lights hum and flicker overhead. A sign in the window announces "Wash, Dry and Fold" to passerby's. I lugged my basket into t...
It wasn't a bad summer job. I got to work around filmmakers and still photographers. They had started letting me set up the lighting for some of the shoots, and there was even the promise that, eventually, I might be allowed in the room during the shoot. Who knew? By the end of the summer, I might even be allowed to take a picture or two, get my hands on one...
Author's Note: Feel free to create your own fantasies with whomever you wish. Please do not continue someone else's specific stories. However, you may start a story with the same character(s) someone else already has a story for. The POV (you) can be male or female. The default POV in the intro is male, but the machine can change that. You don't have to foll...
Just an idea me and a colleague came up with whilst wasting time at work the other day and talking about rule 34 and stuff. "Dare you write a crazy fic about a washing machine and a refrigerator having sex?" Sure, why the hell not? Nothing should be too weird for fiction anyways. So, imagine that this fic takes place in a parallel world where appliances are...
How I got tangled up with Krista is a good question. Tall, young, slender, sexy, dark auburn hair down to her wide shoulders, a narrow waist, one of the best-looking asses I've ever seen. Take your pick, as they are all good answers. Together, they make up one hell of a package. A package very few men could resist, even if they wanted to. I know I couldn't....
I thought about incorporating the idea of Ben Bova's "Duelling Machine" with a variation of the Sex Education proposed in Jean M. Auel's "Earth Children" series and the following is the result. Chapter 1: Sex Education – The Head-Teacher My fingers shook as I unwrapped the package. Finally. My own duelling machine. Actually, I thought as I skimmed the ins...
Georges equipment attracts the attention of Prostitutes and Nuns and then he is persuaded to make a left handed version. =================== Ada Monckton was a woman to be feared, a colossus of womanhood only five feet tall but reputedly twenty stone, and as leader of the Gateshead and Heaton branch of the Pubic Sector Workers Union her wrath was legendary...
This exchange of messages between husband (in italics) and wife was found on an unlocked cell phone left on an airplane. Someone may have burned their thumbs creating this: W—Are you there? H—Yes. W—What are you doing? H—Sitting in SBUX. I should be working on the novel but I'm blocked. W—So tell me a dirty story. You never seem to block on those. :) M...
Professor Blurpstein walked center stage of the University Auditorium. Shuffling through his notes attached to a clipboard, as he approached the podium. He waved his hand and a crew of stagehands rolled a large veiled object on to the stage. Dr. Amber, Professor Blurpstein's assistant was right behind him. Her bubbly smile, short smock and skirt was drawing...
Abby shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. First, the bombshell laid by her boyfriend Craig (she supposed she should refer to him as her "ex-boyfriend" from now on) that he had been seeing someone on the side. And now she was trapped within a sculpture she was supposed to be protecting. When she left the apartment after Craig's rev...