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When you're a kid growing up, you just naturally assume the way you look at the world is the same as everyone else looks at the world. There are simple things like ice cream – everybody loves ice cream, right? Stay with me now and don't hand me any crap about lactose intolerance or juvenile diabetes, that stuff a kid doesn't know or care about. When you get a little bit older your binary world starts to acquire shades of gray, and even some colors, or in this case a better focus.

A Hillbilly Funeral
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Part Two of Three

I’m a nerd. I like being a nerd. I never had any other ambition. I’m also a boy. I like being a boy. I never had any other ambition.

I had just recently moved to Scottsdale, Arizona as a result of my mother’s death. My only living relative was going to allow me to stay with her for a couple of years, since there was no one else. Up to recently my Mom and I were living just outside of Amarillo, Texas on a small farm that my Dad used to operate.

He got killed several years ago when his tractor overturned as he drove it along a small stream next to one of his fields. He was caught under one of the wheels when it rolled over and he was squashed.

Alex Preswick-Walcutt and his journey to Whateley Academy

The next few days passed like the last few. He had me on my knees at his beck and call. It was usually twice a day. Always with the plug buzzing away. God, it made me horney. A few times, he played with me after or before he blew his load, but I could never be sure. I was getting frustrated.

Unable to find a job after flunking out of high school, my Mom had given me several accounts in her cleaning business. All three were nightclubs, the cleaning had to be done in the early morning hours since the club was open late afternoon and evening till 2 A.M.

The job was not hard, me being eighteen allowed me to work at the club because they sold alcohol. Most of Mom’s other employees either too old to work early in the morning or too young to be in the club.

The coffee shop's exterior wall provided a convenient prop as Nathan leaned against it, watching the steady stream of people moving along the sidewalk. His posture was deliberately casual, but there was nothing relaxed in the way his eyes tracked each passing figure. Three days since he'd last been on campus, and already the routines of normal life felt alien to him.

After days spent processing Elder Stone's teachings, Remi found herself drawn to the edge of their territory. The forest had transformed with autumn's touch, painting the mountainside in russet and gold. She perched high in an ancient pine, her bare feet easily finding purchase on the rough bark, observing the movement below with a hunter's patience.

“I’m not saying you don’t have good family members. Shit, you’re in it, so of course it does. But as a family, it’s fucked up. Know what I’m saying? It’s like, they don’t know the meaning of the word. What family’s supposed to be all about.”

REAL Love:

A Transgender Coming of Age Adventure / Romance

By Jo Dora Webster

George in VR Discovers Their Authentic Self

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Will George and Lisa, forced to go on the run from Bruce and EdenVR find a way to evade them using Lisa's spycraft and disguises?

Copyright 2025 by Ariel Montine Strickland. All Rights Reserved

Another fight with my wife, the couch probably where I will spend the night, a fate that has happened more often than I cared for recently. This time, we had just got comfortable watching a chick flick on the T.V. when I reached over to massage her breasts. She was cradled in my arms sitting directly in front of me. It was only logical for me to reach around her to fondle her breasts.

A young New Yorker finds himself in over his head after finding a symbiote that changes him in unexpected ways.

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Chapter 7 The truth.

Love, especially when sentimental or idealized.

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A Very Rough Draft of Chapter Fall of Wildcat Fall; suggestions are appreciated

The time had crept up on me, a year earlier my wife and I had an argument about her outrageous salon charges for maintaining her hair style and appearance. Looking back the charges were not that excessive, but I was jealous of anything that took any funds from our joint bank account, money I wanted to spend on my desire to succeed at my job.

Ashleigh was excited to be starting his new job, his dream career, but didn't anticipate the path it would take him down.

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!

The series cover was commissioned from https://twitter.com/HaizeUqei

“Annnnnnnnd that’s £500, please,” Lil says with a smug grin, which widens as I sigh and hand her the pretend pink banknote. “Much obliged, Miss Williams!”

“Do NOT stuff that one down your bra, as I’m going to take it from you very soon!” Lydia teases, before rolling the dice and continuing our game of ‘Angels Monopoly.’

Today is day nine of our ‘incarceration’ in the Lincolnshire mansion, and the restlessness is already starting to kick in — hence why many of us have already resorted to Monopoly.

Chapter 15: Fresh Targets

The New One
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I had come home from the party early. Walt had been talking to some of his business buddies and I was bored.

“That’s okay, sweetie,” he said. “You go home and slip into something nice and I will be along shortly.”