A Virtual Reality Tale (2) Continues the story from VR:DQ4. Now I'm stuck in the world of Dragon Quest 2, in the hellzone that is Rhone. How am I going to get out of this one, and what happens when I run into the chosen ones? Your suggestions have been heard, and there's a lot more action outside the bedroom in this one.
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My encounter with a UGO (unidentified grounnd object) in the open and empty countryside of the far north of Scotland. What happened next was unexpected.
A student nurse does an unexpected Xmas day shift in theatre but when a woman surgeon invites her home for the evening she gets a lesbian induction from the whole family.
A Story of Feldare
A young man from the Windy Isles prepares for his 'coming of age,' a period of discovery. He leaves out of his parents home and his own town with his best friend, Max, a dwarf who also just came of age.
I had been teaching for a few years, content with my job even though the pay wasn't great. When I ran into a friend who was also a teacher but obviously was making a lot more money than I was, I wondered what was going on. When she told me her secret, it led me to a career I had never expected. (Tags will be updated as chapters are added)
39 year old Rosa is a closet domination freek, but her husband hasn't caught on yet and, in fact, he hasn't been fucking her recently. When she takes off for a week long business trip driving a rental car she pickes up a 14 year old boy who is running away from home. After a while he dominates her, then leaves her. When she returns home her 15 year old son hears her talking about domination as she pleasures her self and he takes over as her new master.
In a shop thick with oil and silence, a clockmaker discovers a key that rewinds time in precise increments. His apprentice, Lira, turns it with him. Loops stretch. Desire deepens. But the clocks begin to falter—and so do they. Ticks blur. Scars remain. Moments once shared begin to slip. Each turn takes something: breath, memory, steadiness. What remains when time breaks around you, and you can’t remember who you were before?