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Sam extracts herself from the group of men she went to bed with last night. Her anal opening was hurting and there was cum dripping out of it. She couldn’t believe she allowed three men to uses her like she did. Not that she regrets what she did last night. She enjoyed every moment of it.
She gathers her clothes up and gets dressed as quietly as she could. She looks at the time and notices she had an hour to get home and get ready for work. She calls an Uber and have it meet her outside. She takes all the money she made last night and stuff it in her bra.
'Alterations' continues the story of Stacy's journey from 'Exchanged' and 'Little Hope.' Stacy is a young college student who chose to travel to a new dimension to study their advanced computing technology at a prestigious university as an exchange student. Stacy thought he knew what he was getting into when he traveled, but multiple events show that he didn't plan for every problem he would encounter. Recently on a trip his adoptive parents adopted another Little, Bella, to help prevent her from being taken by unscrupulous Amazons. Stacy now begins orientation and classes at Emerson as the small family attempts to stay safe from the outside threat. Can Stacy manage to navigate college classes and everything the dimension can throw at him, and still make it back home with a degree? (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)
In this chapter, Halloween brings a whirlwind of excitement to the Blake household as Sam and Lily prepare their costumes and dive into the festivities. Emily, initially hesitant to join in, finds herself stepping out of her comfort zone and embracing the spirit of the night. From handing out candy to trick-or-treaters to exploring a haunted house with the family, she begins to feel more connected. Later, an invitation to a party leads her to face unexpected choices, ultimately leaving her with lessons about freedom, boundaries, and the weight of responsibility.
Omnipotence Paradox
Copyright 2021 by Heather Rose Brown
This is my response to a paradox I heard a long time ago. It may not be a great answer, or even a good one, but it was fun to think up, so I thought I'd share. Enjoy! :)
The next morning Sydney checked out the news feed on his computer. The story about the gunfight in the railway station was prominent. The word was that a couple of armed transit guards had seen a couple of guys trying to rob a lad who had just opened a locker. When approached they had drawn guns and so a short fusillade had erupted, the two men now dead and both guards only wounded thanks to their bullet-proof vests. The CCTV showed the lad leaving an envelope and taking a bag before disappearing into the crowd.
Charlie, Juliet and the newly formed team of female astronauts, complete their first mostly successful moon trip but, on returning, Juliet still comes up against some misdirected feminista prejudice that is nailed firmly by the girls.
Yuki's Wish
Three Girls - Book One by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
Three girls find they have a lot more in common than their music... Yuki's wish - playing, freedom, music...all for what if not to be the girl i am Lainie's hope - maybe now they'll listen...more than just playing...maybe now they might hear Danni's dream - the dawn awakens my soul no longer the same as now new my heart sings
“I don’t know, I replied as I walked several steps away from the two men who seemed to know too much for my liking. Maybe I had been given more than just booze and my senses—and emotions—were just on high.
“I wished you had left him earlier,” John said a bit of sadness in his eye.
“How do you know about my life?”
“It’s on your face. It’s all around you in this place.”
“I’ve never been here before in my life!” I yelled.
The bartender shrugged his shoulders
“He’s just trying to make you feel calm.”
It took most of the remaining hour for Dr.Smithe to review and comment on my calculated area requirements and wafer composition for the proposed, prototype emitter. In the end, he could find no errors in my math and gave me approval to send it to our drafting department then to the process printer for manufacture.
The rest of my Saturday was spent catching up on my class assignments and composing a report on the fall of ‘Modern’ Society in Ancient Rome for Western Civ.
Chen and I had agreed to meet again tomorrow morning around 10AM.
Julia was back home and in the process of getting dinner ready. She hears her front door open and watches on the monitor as Alyona, Silvia, and Arabella come walking into her house.
“I’m in the kitchen, ladies.” Julia wonders what her sisters and niece wanted.
Alyona was hot from what just happened to her and Silvia. She knew if she told her mother, all hell would break out or her father would get involved. She hears Julia’s voice coming from deeper in the house.
Being almost Sunday morning he did not have to go to the shop. In fact, the way business was these days he only went there a few days in the month to collect any cash takings for banking anyway. This gave him more time for any ‘recovery’ work that came up and most of the shop trade was now done on-line.
I wasn't quite sure what to think. I had no doubts that both Chris and Talia believed that Chris was going to be transformed and my experience with them never suggested any mental instability. If it wasn't for the clear evidence of superpowers in the world generally and seeing a much younger Chris turn up at my door I would have had him committed. As it was I was beginning to believe it was going to happen.
After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!
And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!
This chapter was edited by paradoxicalWitchling and proofread by FallingLeaf. The series cover was commissioned from https://twitter.com/HaizeUqei
aturday morning dark, cloudy, damp, and windy with a gray overcast sky. My Radio/Alarm clock started to buzz at six, without thinking I hit the snooze button. Six minutes later it was buzzing again. My eyes shot open and for a brief moment I thought about reaching over, snatching the alarm clock from my night stand and tossing it halfway across the room. That thought vanished a few seconds later, the alarm clock had cost me ten dollars. Repairing the window, if I tossed it through the window would cost the better part of sixty dollars. Two weeks' allowance gone down the drain. For what?
I have re-written this story and removed the suicide, as it was too "dark".
Men have no rights and need to have female guardians to stay out of "state guardianship", which means being sent to forced labor camps.
Women are encouraged by the Order of Eve, to punish and humiliate their men. If the men fight back or refuse orders they are arrested and sent to the camps.
This is set several years into the Order of Eve's government. It 's a dark little story.
Outside the tent where Vance slept peacefully, Yaria was setting up a tall tripod-mounted bronze spyglass. Hank and Twitch were inside with Ruyia preparing lunch from the not-as-small-as-it-looks tent’s well-stocked larder. After I’d grabbed the wrong ingredients for a third time Twitch had pushed me gently aside and taken over as Ruyia’s assistant, much to Hank’s amusement.
Hey, I never claimed to be a chef and furthermore the spices and herbs available in Hell were completely different from anything on Earth. Having spent most of my time living off hard tack from the back of a wagon it’s not my fault I didn’t know the difference between a ‘kyrish root’ and a ‘draxo leaf’. My wife had done all the cooking in our house before cancer stole her away, after that there was a lot of frozen pizzas, tuna, and sloppy joes.
As I walked down the stairs of Theobalds Grove station, I felt scared and thrilled. I was a girl. I had seen my reflection I really looked pretty. All the same I was waiting for someone to leap at me and scream;
“Look, that boy is wearing a dress!”
As we walked down the high street, with my hand in my mothers, I realised nothing was going to happen. She looked down at me and smiled.
The Shilmek have been watching, biding their time, gathering their forces on the edge of the galaxy. What can our teams of superheroes do to protect the earth from a well considered plan, advanced technology and vastly superior numbers - the fate of the planet is sealed... isn't it?
Life has a way of happening when you stop paying attention to your troubles. The transformed women of the Hanks Gang have served their sentences and now must build new lives for themselves.
There are restaurants to run, poker hands to deal, blacksmiths and ranchers to...consider?
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