It had been a rough night for Ronnie following the events at the pageant as his subconscious kept wrestling with long repressed memories. Ronnie leisurely stretched and tried to recall his dreams and decipher their meaning. He yawned again and remained in the warmth and comfort of his bed while staring blankly at the ceiling.

OBGYN

I woke an rolled onto a crusty patch on the bed. Just once can I wake up and find everything normal? It doesn’t seem like too much to ask.

I threw the covers aside. At some point in the night I’d been too hot and had thrown my pajama pants off. My shirt had rumpled around and my tummy was bare. There was a shiny dried film on it, and I recognized the entire situation.

I had had a wet dream.

Like a boy wet dream.

Like I had ejaculated in my sleep.

I'm back, and at least to my admittedly biased eyes this now reads much better. I'm still having some problems with later sections, though that's mainly because the plot as it is now written is similar to a couple of my Masks plots. I may change it or just plunge ahead.

Anyway, I hope folks enjoy this.

The Angel of Chicago

Part Fourteen: Ephemeral Solutions

by

Rodford Edmiston

CHAPTER 46

The roast was a little overdone, but the roast potatoes and other trimmings were spot on. It was almost like a Christmas dinner, as after arguing on the shop about what would actually go on the plates we had simply agreed to do everything.

Dad liked it, from the way he cleared his down to the pattern on the china, so I counted it as a success. Mam cleared the dishes away, leaving them to soak, and we settled down in our usual places on armchairs and settee. Dad broke the comfort of our well-fed silence.

“You look a little out of sorts, son. What’s up?”

Tower City is defended. It is defended by magical girls. They stop the forces of evil from draining the population of energy. They are very good at their job. Usually.

Tower City has a problem. The problem is the magical girls. There are too many magical girls. Instead of fighting the forces of evil, they are fighting each other. The people of Tower City can only endure. They do not know which is worse. The attacks of the villains, or the fights between the magical girls.

The forces behind the magical girls are fed up. They are tired of watching their girls fight each other instead of stopping evil. They have decided to take action.

It's a Matter of Death and Life: part three

Bv Camospam, editing by WendyK

Sequel to: A Matter of Fact

CHAPTER 45
Next thing I knew, it was morning, the daylight obvious even through the heavy curtains. Mam tapped on the door of Blake’s bedroom.

“Breakfast in twenty minutes, you two. Dad’s already off to work”

I found myself blushing, even though I had done nothing but sleep. Better get up and face the music. I left him to dress, just a kiss on the cheek so he wouldn’t have my morning breath, but it was a wrench to get out of the bed and his arms.

I could really get used to it.

The door opens. Michael is home.

Julina makes a decision in order to help her make a decision

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles, Book 2

by Julia Phillips

084 – Decision, of a Sort