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Professor Laurel, nicknamed "Ginger", is a beautiful redheaded scientist who works for the NIB, the National Investigative Bureau. Housed in Cuba, she is friends with sexually promiscuous new Pseudosynths that are also robotic, "The Twins". You can control the Twins' sexual appetite with an app on your vidset. The Twins visit Laurel to have some fun. Things get steamy as Laurel turns up Sarah and Kat's sexual meter!

She closed her eyes. Her house sounded different. She could hear animals scurrying outside, the wind blowing faintly off the treetops and murmuring. It was as if her whole neighborhood was now in range of her ears. Opening her eyes abruptly, she decided she would do something besides eavesdrop on the neighborhood. She picked up her notepad and flipped to the back. She found a pencil and began drawing - nothing in particular. When she had finished, she marveled at it in confusion. It looked like some sort of cave system. Shrugging, she picked up her notepad and began scribbling.

"Because, Betty, there are just too many clothes in that basket. My goodness. Have you taken a look at it lately?" "Nope. You know that I am really very busy with work on my blog." "But that is not an excuse for you to pile up so many clothes there. I mean, it is such a huge mess that you have created there. They are already spilling out of the basket." Betty shrugged. "Well, I am not surprised. I know that I have been keeping quite a lot of them there." "And when are you planning to get them washed?" Betty sighed.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels. "Honey, I think this is simply going to be a waste of money for us", he said as he reluctantly gave the sales girl his card. "No, it is not going to be a waste, darling", she had said. "I believe that you will love it too". "Love? Why? It is just an accessory, not a person". "But, Don, we can still love accessories. Or don't you love your SUV"? "Well, you are right about my SUV, Olivia. But it is only because of how useful it is to us". "So, you mean that this rug is not going to be as useful as the SUV"? "How can you compare them, Olivia?

Erin Bradshaw just wants a little time to herself, much to the dismay of her family and friends. A writer on a deadline, she plans to avoid the Halloween chaos and enjoy nature in a little cabin in the woods. On the way up the mountain, she almost crashes into a naked woman...only to discover she must have imagined it. But she isn’t imagining the burgeoning arousal that’s growing with every mile and strange occurrence. Little does Erin know that the legend of the phantom is real and her otherworldly presence is sending the aching writer into a tailspin.

Feems explained, with the use of a tiny bowl, what the whole thing was about and the science behind how it worked. He never quite got to the point where he explained how in God’s name he had convinced them to let him do it, but we didn’t care. “So, the swimming pool is going to be emptied in the next fortnight, all the pumps replaced to get ready for the big swim meet. So, before they replace everything, I’ve convinced them to let me have a go with the swimming pool to do an experiment.”

That is where you are wrong, Nikki. The work we do as chefs is very intricate, detailed, and personal. We get reviewed in an instant on how good our performance is. This is very different from any other role or job that the madam might have. If the madam wanted an investment manager, she'd simply review his past performance in a bank and expect that he'd do well in the new job. But that doesn't happen with chefs. We get assessed on the spot, not later. And a verdict would be made by our employer almost immediately, not at some future date.

The problem with the area, especially at night, was that it backed onto the woods. This being England, and the wildlife of England being what it is, there was no threat from any animals. There might, on occasion, be the odd stray dog out there, but even that wasn’t anything to really worry about. Yet, several members of staff, who would happily take out the bags full of waste in the daylight, refused to even entertain the idea of going out there at night.

The two superstars known planet-wide in 2108, Reyne and Skyler, decide to do a photo shoot for charity. Things get heated as they take things into the bedroom and finish the shoot in private. As a gift, a robotic sex doll is bought for one of them. She is a well-known celebrity who will do whatever she is told. They program her to be the Dom, and they are the Subbys. Things get very hot and steamy as their new addition makes them tease and edge each other to the point of no return! Join them as they turn the table on their sex bot and drive her insane with pleasure!

The photographs, under a title that described the image’s contents in the crudest possible terms, were of Kristen. In the bedroom, in our living room, getting into and out of the shower. Even standing before the cooker top, wearing just an oversized pullover and a red thong as she prepared pasta. I felt sick as the implications began to sink in. Not only were these invasive and highly intimate photographs that had somehow made their way onto a public platform, they were photographs that she clearly believed that I had taken and disseminated.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

She blinked at Sir Farridan’s sudden entrance. He was surprised by how ordinary-looking she was, for a princess - they were supposed to be wispy little things, delicate and ungodly beautiful. Princess Idrun wore a simple white gown, her unruly blonde hair falling down to her hips, a greenish cast to it in the light. How will Sir Farridan rescue a princess who doesn't want to be rescued?

“Well? Are you now tired of making a fool of yourself?” He turned to look at her. “I will leave the class. But it is only because I don’t want to reveal just how foolish you are.” She chuckled. “Look at who is talking. A new teacher who does not know how stupid he had made himself appear.” Enjoy the drama in this new tale of crossdressing.

Elisabeth is cursed. Her kingdom is locked in an eternal winter. And her stepmother Ismena has stolen her throne. When Ismena comes to kill her, Elisabeth is forced to flee to the only place her stepmother cannot reach her. Deep in the heart of a dangerous forest, teeming with unbridled magic and fearsome beasts, Elisabeth is faced with a choice. She knows what she must do to end this winter. Kill her stepmother and reclaim the kingdom that should have been hers. In this battle for love, power, beauty, and the right to rule, who will come out the victor?

Oliver spoke first, the only one who could initially find their voice and start what they came here to do. “Is anyone here with us?” And just like that, the planchette began to move. Slowly, it made its way to "yes". "Are you the girl they say haunts this bridge?" Charlotte asked. The night around them suddenly got darker, pitch-black, and it got windy, with the sound it made under the bridge sounding faintly like screams. The planchette then moved from "yes" to "no". Nora gasped, bringing her free hand to her mouth, looking at Oliver for comfort.

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx. George heaved a great sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “Rebecca...do you recall when your mother was pregnant with Orin?” he asked. “I don’t suppose you do”. Rebecca frowned in thought, then shook her head. “Not very well”, she said. “I would have only been around eight years old at the time. But I remembered she was bedridden during the last couple of months, wasn’t she”? “She nearly died”. George replied, and Amelia visibly flinched".

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Katrina Camille Myers, a woman of God who understands and has experienced how a merciful, kind, and loving God can use a “cracked vessel” to be used as a blessing to others, stands transparent in her latest writing. Her book demonstrates God’s power in the process of reconciliation, revealing a beauty and light hidden in the darkest places of the chapters of her life, which ultimately led to her inward healing from years of emotional, mental, and physical sickness.

A new message. She was glad for a little distraction. Without pausing from walking, she let her fingers skillfully reply to the text. The second she pressed the send button, her music cut back on at full blast, startling her. Her phone slipped out of her grip and slammed onto the street. Wincing, she picked it up slowly, still spooked by the event that had just taken place. Her heart was now thumping rapidly. She practically ran to her street before looking both ways. With each step, her chest tightened.

As all the fairytale kings and queens are having their happily ever afters, Odette's stuck dancing solo, when she wants to be in a romantic duet. But when her latest catch happens to be a Taxidermist who'd rather stuff a bunny rabbit rather than pet it, how will Odette keep her half life as a Swan hidden from him?