A married couple is just trying to make dinner when a strange man knocks at the door. He wants to show them something.
A married couple is just trying to make dinner when a strange man knocks at the door. He wants to show them something.
Maria resents the drudgery of keeping her house clean. Her new boyfriend Carlo knows a way to make her enjoy it.
Long before taking over a whole gym, Kalista gets a retail job and casts her spell on the young manager.
Emma knows something strange is happening during her extra tutoring sessions. She asks Claire to help her find the truth… But the truth has a way of changing you.
Alex insists that blowjobs are inherently submissive. Mia is sure she can prove him wrong.
Poor Avril has a terrible case of writer’s block. At least her hypnotist girlfriend is there to help her forget all about it.
Dr. Ward is a kind and understanding professor. His door is always open to students who are struggling to follow his challenging coursework. But is all the time they spend in their professor’s office making his students smarter, or dumber?
Mateo wants to hire a fitness instructor to bring new clients to his gym. Kalista comes highly recommended, and she wastes no time showing Mateo how good it feels to follow all her instructions.
It’s been way too long since Gemma got her tan on. When her friend invites her to a luxurious resort, it sounds like the perfect thing to help her forget all her troubles.
On her last afternoon of mistaking herself for a human, Rosa was out for a run.
She was five miles in, her legs thrumming with delicious fatigue, when she saw the dude staring at her.
Great, she thought. Bet you can’t outrun me, loser.
He didn’t try to …
It wasn’t fair. Her head was so fuzzy, and she couldn’t get off her knees, and she was naked. And the air on her sensitive body was distracting and the collar around her neck was distracting and she couldn’t take her eyes off Scot’s dick as …
Alec was sure they were up to no good in there, Marcie and her “date”. He’d only seen his roommate for a few seconds since she got home, hurriedly introduced Roman, and led the tall, handsome man by the hand into her room, shutting the door behind her. Roman …
She was disoriented, confused. But you could hardly blame her: waking up in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom… that’d confuse anybody.
She stretched out under the covers, trying to get her bearings. Her head felt fuzzy, more like she was ready to drift off for the night …
Author’s Note: I’ll go ahead and leave the inspiration for this story to your imagination. 🙄
She heard the first throb of the subwoofer through the wall, and Erica glanced at her phone. Yup, 10:00 PM, just like every night. Just like every night, she was trying to …
Author’s Note: Given how dehumanized the contact lenses and lips make her look, a spooky objectification story seemed most appropriate. As I was writing it, I remembered one of my all-time favourite lines in an MC story, from Community by Tabico, and it gave me my ending. Having read …
It was almost done, she realized.
Almost done… replacing her.
She’d read all the books, of course. About the singularity, and its proximity. About how, soon, human beings would take the next leap in their evolution—abetted by technology, not biology. That they’d become immortal machines, consciousness represented …
“It’s hard to focus when it’s so close!”
“Don’t worry, silly. The point isn’t to focus, the point is to make your eyes tired.”
“Why are my eyes supposed to be tired?”
“Because tired eyes make a tired mind.”
“If you say so…”
“It’s not …
They’d noticed her at the gym.
They’d said, “We love your look—how’d you like to be a model?”
Brooke thought, “This kind of thing only happens in the movies”.
They’d said, “Come back to our place, we want to take some pictures.”
She’d showered …
She remembered the first time she was told, “Kneel.”
It had come as a surprise. They’d been playing around in bed, undressing each other, kissing, toucing; usually a prelude to sex, but this time…
“Kneel.”
She’d done as she was told. On her knees, on the bed, hands …
“Professor, it’s just… I don’t think these lessons are—are working.”
Aurora shifted in the chair uneasily. The way her thighs rubbed together was distracting; probably because she had no panties on. She was almost sure she’d been wearing panties—and blue jeans, for that matter—when …