I have a mind control gift. At least, I think it's a gift. Originally I thought it was a curse. The mind control is very limited in target and duration but it does have some long-term effects. Also, I'm not really in control. In fact, no one is in control. So is it mind control? Confused? I'll try and explain.
A story in a universe that is virtually Earth-normal but...
What do a canceled talk, an ice-cream cone, and an odd noise have to do with a widowed mom or with Kris' boyfriend? This story came to me when I read the teaser for another SOL story. As I usually do, I took the idea and ran with it in a perpendicular direction.
A story about two south-Asian families settled in America. They are close friends and next-door neighbors. A moment of weakness between two people spirals into a tempest, ensnaring all in its turbulent wake. The story involves incest and straight and bisexual sex between consenting adults.
A Story in the Erotic Future Universe
It's 2068. Nineteen years since the second American civil war, the Cabal crisis, and the ensuing global anarchy that broke the United States into hundreds of autonomous micro states and ended the world as we knew it. A new generation are coming of age in the Chareen Hills. These are the lucky ones. Their tolerably comfortable, insular lives, in a nice part of the shattered ruins of the American empire, are about to get a whole lot more interesting.
For several days, I transformed my mother's round and attractive buttocks into various charming lines from various angles and distances, and then used my rich imagination to transform them into design sketches. My mother's most charming and sexy buttocks were left on the drawing paper in various shapes. I used a laptop to collect these "materials" and used 3D drawing software to design an imitation Qing Dynasty general jar.
I threw my mother on the bed with my heart pounding. The drunk mother lay on the big bed, her clothes a little messy. I suddenly remembered the hypnosis book. (Beast, go to hell... go to hell!) I pulled my mother up and let her lean against the head of the bed. My mother struggled and twisted her sexy body.