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Sex Note

Any human who has their name written in this book will have sex with the writer unless the writer writes down they have sex with someone or something else. You must know the name and face of the person you wish to bone. This is to protect others with the same name. If the method is written within 40 seconds, it will happen that way. If anything else about the intended experience is written within 6 minutes and 40 seconds, then the written actions will happen. Sex Note Will not affect those...

Deathbed Ch 1

Adults only warning: This story contains scenes of violence and explicit sexuality, and is not meant for children or the sensitive. If such things offend you, don’t read this story. This story is very loosely inspired by the plot of the opera “The Flying Dutchman” and by an old Twilight Zone episode whose title I have forgotten. Nearly all of the roles are played by professional wrestling characters such as the Undertaker, Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Paul Bearer, but that is not...

Death of Innocence

Introduction The sound of sirens reached James Lansing’s ears as he was walking home. Since this was a low-crime area, it struck him as odd, but it still meant nothing to him until he reached his home and saw the police cars and ambulances. He raced to the door to see who was sick, when a burly detective blocked him. “Sorry son, we can’t let you in. This is a murder investigation,” he told the strapping youth. At eighteen years old, he was large. He stood four inches over six feet and weighed...

Death Sentence

For a change, this is not a sex story, but a product of a bad time in my life. Strangely enough, it seems to be one of the most popular stories I have. No sex. ‘It’ll make a great car!’ We looked at the box, a large cardboard egg box that arrived in the garden by some mysterious means. Our hands held, he to my right. Two figures locked in a time warp of our own. I marvelled at the imagination of a five year-olds mind. ‘Just cut the sides for windows and a bit for my feet.’ His excitement...

Death name 3

If you don't read in sequence you may be lost The cell phone alarm woke me at 10 pm. I hated night shift but I had to be Rick for a few more days or till I could come up with a better plan. Shower and shaved and was dressed before Lisa even knew I was up. She was doing paper work and watching the tv. Desperate house wifes damn I hated that show. Please be careful tonight. I think you sould have taken another night off. She said. Watching me load my belt. She got up and walked over to me...

Death name 2

Read death name first please I know I'm a bad writer As Sheriff Webb walked in with his wife an daughter . Please have a sit. I said as I moved to the couch. Let me go get Lisa. I walked in and threw the bedroom to the bathroom. Lisa was getting dress. A pair of blue jeans and a Alabama shirt . I could watch her all day. Sheriff here with his wife an all. I told her watching her and smiling . What is up with you? You have never really wanted to have kids and then you did thing we have...

Death gestured toward a grave

A well dressed, handsome man in his 40s held the door for her and she ducked inside and shook off the cold. She slowly peeled off her jacket as she hopped up on a stool at the end of the bar. Her friends from work left their table to join her and entered into a competition to buy her first drink. She was the only female in an office full of men that lusted after her during the daytime hours and thought of her when they were with their wives. The bartender laughed and sat a Long Island iced...

Death by fucking ch 22 end

Deirdre's Story: I had to go into town to pick up something at the drugstore, so I grabbed Emma to go along for the ride. We have a rule in our house: no parent goes anywhere without being accompanied by an eKid. There have been rumblings over the years about us. We've heard them. We've read about them. We aren't necessarily the most popular people in eastern Georgia. It's strange to take a teenager along as one's personal bodyguard. The eKids are powerful. No one really...

Death by fucking ch 21

Our little girl has changed our lives. Something – hypnotism, magic, psychic brain surgery – has moved our relationship to a place we never knew existed. It’s what I suspected about our children all along. But I never expected it for my husband or my sister or myself. We long ago had recognized that the children ‘touched’ each other with their emotions. Andrew calls it telempathy. But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize the implications. I had guessed that they could...

Death by fucking ch 18

I was in the middle of my favorite part of the day. I had my tongue buried deeply in Dee Dee’s pussy, tasting that sweet nectar. She was really in to it now, her passion rising and approaching a peak. I was trying to decide how long I should drag it out. I can keep her up as long as I want, sometimes. She can become crazed: needing, wanting, but never having. It’s damn sexy. To see my beautiful serene wife lose all semblance of control is as good as it gets. Of course, maybe because I do...

Death by fucking ch 07

Donnie spent the night with Andrew. I knew she would; I even set it up. I was interested to see my own reaction. Donnie and I are close as we can be, and I love her as I love myself. But can we really share the same man? And what about Andrew? Is it too much to ask a man to love two women equally? If any man can do it, Andrew’s the man. His passion is boundless as the sea, his love as deep. He is a youthful romantic Romeo. He is the only lover, the only man Donnie and I will ever...

Death by fucking ch 06

Dee Dee and I broke some of the news to Andrew tonight. We told him the short-term important stuff anyway. It was all he really needed to know to make a decision about us. Dee Dee and I have been debating about the rest. She hardly believes it herself and sees no reason to involve Andrew yet. But I believe it. And Andrew has to know sometime. But I'll respect her point of view and keep quiet for the present, I suppose. We dropped Dee Dee off at the Hyatt. She gave Andrew a deliciously...

Death By Fucking Ch 01

I talked to her long before I physically met her. The first time I talked to her on the phone I hoped her voice was reflective of her looks. I saw a movie recently where a guy got off of the phone with a woman he had never met and said that she was ‘audibly blonde’. When I talked to Deirdre on the phone I thought she was audibly fuckable. I’ve never had that happen before. I made a simple business call, asked to talk to someone who had called my office requesting me while I was out. I was...

Death By Fucking Ch 01

PART 1: Chemical Attractors: His Story There can’t be such a thing as love as first sight. That’s certainly impossible, regardless of what you’ve heard. People are mistaking love for lust. I believe lust at first sight happens occasionally. I’m an eyewitness. I talked to her long before I physically met her. The first time I talked to her on the phone I hoped her voice was reflective of her looks. I saw a movie recently where a guy got off of the phone with a woman he had never met and said...

Death By Fucking Ch 07

Chapter 7: The Next Generation Dee Dee’s Story Donnie spent the night with Andrew. I knew she would, I even set it up. I was interested to see my own reaction. Donnie and I are close as we can be, and I love her as I love myself. But can we really share the same man? And what about Andrew? Is it too much to ask a man to love two women equally? If any man can do it, Andrew’s the man. His passion is boundless as the sea, his love as deep. He is a youthful romantic Romeo. He is the only...

Death By Fucking Ch 16

Chapter 16: Concerns of the Progenitor The Year Five Andrew’s Story Our little head-to-head confrontation with the government, fleeting and ethereal as it was, has finally opened my eyes. Emmy almost brought down the entire US government and she didn’t even try hard. I asked her to zap the A.G. and zap him she did. In the meantime she was still trying to hit the tennis ball closer to the net, training the puppies to be guard dogs, doing essentially graduate work in six different languages,...

Death By Fucking Ch 21

Chapter 21: Interactive Love Deirdre’s Story Our little girl has changed our lives. Something – hypnotism, magic, psychic brain surgery – has moved our relationship to a place we never knew existed. It’s what I suspected about our children all along. But I never expected it for my husband or my sister or myself. We long ago had recognized that the children ‘touched’ each other with their emotions. Andrew calls it telempathy. But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize the...

Death bringer part 2

Introduction: The part 2 of Vals first hentai experience As valkyrie and melancholia walked along the cave floor it was very awkward for melancholia. The deliciously disgusting green monster cum taste was still strong in their mouths and now the excitement and thrill had dissipated she just felt dirty. valkyrie was still very horny though, having to clench her but to keep the cum from leaving, she let a little trickle down her toned thighs. It filled her pants, ruining her panties while making...

Death In The Family part three

It was the morning after Mr. Drake's funeral. It was really sad. I couldn't stop crying all night after we all went to bed. I loved Charles so much. He had always been so loving to me. He always gave me everything I wanted. I loved the way he treated me. He was so good.My name is Frida. I have blond, curly hair, and I am slight, with small tits that Charles always called perky as hell. I'm nineteen years old and I'm a maid along with my friend Geena. Our cook Hanna went to school to learn to...

Death In The Family part two

Mr. Drake had passed away. It was sudden. He was only forty-six years old. I was rejoicing. I hated him. My name is Hanna. There are four employees of Charles and Dana Drake. I am the oldest at twenty-six. Next is Geena who is twenty-one, and then Frida at nineteen. They are both maids. I graduated from culinary school. I am the cook. Our gardener, Eric, is twenty-three and sometimes acts as a chauffeur. Mrs. Drake is forty-five and still quite beautiful.Mr. Drake was a bastard. When I was...

Death In The Family part one

It was shortly after Mr. Drake reached his forty-sixth birthday. He had been a hard-worker all his life. He had provided well for his family. They lived in a mansion in a very good neighborhood. We lived in the richest county in the state and in the richest village in that county. He had spent little time at home. All of his time had been spent making money. He owned his own brokerage firm. I didn't understand what he really did for a living. I was twenty-three years old. My name was Eric. I...

Death of the Hero

A Hero's death need not always be literally. As the old saying goes, you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villian. But in doing so a Hero is dead anyways. Gone are the morals and the justice. No longer are they a role model for the youngsters. Often they don't even maintain the same appearance or name. So in essence they are dead regardless. And this is one such story. Our Hero doesn't meet her life's end, but her no beginning as something not quite what she used...

Death by Sex 2

They watched him flirt across the restaurant. He was reaching for the girl’s hand, stroking it, and raising it to his lips as he kissed it. “That’s our girl,” said Frank to his partner, Vito. “You got her stuff?” asked Vito. “Yeah, right here.” He patted the bindle of cocaine in his pocket. They continued looking at the table across the restaurant. Three men sat there, and the one girl. The man they were most interested in was Dominic Sancocco. He was a high rated lawyer for a notorious crime...

Death By Misadventure Part 1

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. T S Eliot (The Waste Land) Northcroft-on-Heugh, County Durham April 17, 1979 Every Tuesday the evening meal at the Gladstone Hotel is exactly the same. A bowl of reconstituted Scotch broth so thin and colourless an enterprising drinks manufacturer would have no trouble advertising it as the latest thing in still mineral water is followed by a stodgy chunk...

Death By Misadventure Part 3

November 4, 1966 A furious argument is raging between the two groups of ten year old boys gathered on Farwell Field beside the ruins of Northcroft's thirteenth- century Town Wall. The dispute has arisen because they cannot decide where to play their long-awaited football match. If they use the area to the east of the tumbled limestone blocks, the team representing Hart Street school will have home advantage; otherwise it will pass to the squad from Throston. One or two of the less...

Death By Misadventure Part 4

It doesn't take a mathematician with the perspicacity of a Pascal to postulate that Neptune's Triangle has four sides. How the misnomer originated is a topic the residents believe is best left for students of local history to ponder; the only thing most of them know - or indeed care about - is that as the bronze deity surveys his watery realm from the middle of an open space less than seventy yards across at its widest point, too small for the council to dignify it with an official title,...

Death in the Dark Woods

Young, loud, all ponytails and shorts. Tan and budding, they looked fresh and inviting. I kept a good distance behind them on the trail, knowing that they were unaware they were being followed. I moved quickly and quietly, my thin frame adapted to this by years of hunting in the forest. It had been too long since my last hunt, and I had tamp down my eagerness as I tracked the group. The group split up, two girls went on down the trail and the rest of the group started down the loop, that...

Death Road

I would like to thank Zen Master for his help in editing this story. This story transpires in the year 1979, in the county of Palm Beach, Florida Murrr derrr, murderrr. The way the word rolled off my tongue seemed to fascinate me. Especially since that was the reason that I was sitting in the dark, on damp grass, with a gnarled cane pole in hand and I wasn’t thinking about murdering fish. I was planning to kill Bill Brown. My thoughts would bounce from the word to the question and back....

Death By FuckingChapter 10 The Next Generation

Dee Dee's Story Donnie spent the night with Andrew. I knew she would; I even set it up. I was interested to see my own reaction. Donnie and I are close as we can be, and I love her as I love myself. But can we really share the same man? And what about Andrew? Is it too much to ask a man to love two women equally? If any man can do it, Andrew's the man. His passion is boundless as the sea, his love as deep. He is a youthful romantic Romeo. He is the only lover, the only man Donnie and I...

Death By FuckingChapter 16 Sharing the Wealth

The Year Three Andrew's Story I've got so many balls in the air I wonder when they are all going to fall on my head. My business is going great guns. It's unbelievable what some simple little programming can bring in when applied in the right places. IAM has finally gotten off of the ground. I've built several websites for various people to access: different strokes for different folks. We are getting regular hits from twins all over the country, as well as more than a few male...

Death By FuckingChapter 24 Interactive Love

Deirdre's Story Our little girl has changed our lives. Something - hypnotism, magic, psychic brain surgery - has moved our relationship to a place we never knew existed. It's what I suspected about our children all along. But I never expected it for my husband or my sister or myself. We long ago had recognized that the children 'touched' each other with their emotions. Andrew calls it telempathy. But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize the implications. I had guessed...

Death By FuckingChapter 26 A Lifetime of Love

The Year 50 Donnie's Story Old. I used to complain that I was getting old. But now I've been old seemingly forever. I sometimes feel very tired. Nowadays I often sit remembering. I've seen children and grandchildren, things I never expect to see. I have the love of a wonderful man. My sister still lives, still my other half. Who could have asked for a better life? I only despair that it started so late. I was all of thirty-five before my life really began. Still, today thirty-five...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 12

Bryant was on an airplane, headed to Columbia when the reality of the situation hit him. The young woman had overheard his conversation with the bartender and set up Mayfield. A guy like Mayfield could probably take a lot of ribbing but to have an attractive female question his sexuality would provoke a response. Her companion obviously knew how to take care of himself. He had risked an assault conviction to help him put Mayfield in prison. Jan was incredulous when Bryant had phoned her. She...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 17

As Bryant was racing down the streets in pursuit of Cassidy Bell, Jan Elliot was trying to track down an anomaly in her department. For months, there had been a line item in her budget for someone named Scott Lewis. She knew he worked somewhere for the city. She had received e-mails from him any number of times. But she had never met him and she couldn't seem to locate him. It took three wrong turns and twenty minutes of wandering through City Hall before Jan located a small office on the...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 20

The prosecutor had no intention of painting Ricky Currence as anything besides what he was: a convicted rapist. He had been transported from Mount Olive Correctional Facility in West Virginia, along with two West Virginia State Troopers, and he was being housed in the jail of a neighboring county (because Mayfield was being housed in Emerald Cove's facility during his trial). Currence shuffled into the courtroom along with his two handlers. The witness didn't wear a suit and tie or a...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 37

As Jan was having a showdown with the woman she credited with saving her emotional life Bryant was sitting across the desk from a fifty-year-old gray haired college professor. The man, Noah Lowry, smiled warmly as Bryant entered and offered a hand for the man to shake. Bryant took the hand as Lowry gestured him to a chair. "This shouldn't take long," Lowry said. "You've been through this before and I worked for the Miami PD for a dozen years as a consultant. So, why don't you just...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 41

"I don't like involving Cassidy in this," Bryant said as he and Jan walked into his office. Bryant sat at his desk and Jan sat across from him. "She's a civilian." "A lot of police agencies do it this way," Holly said from the doorway. "I don't care if they do," Bryant replied. "Surely we have someone in uniform who can play that part. It's only for a web chat. How clearly can a person see on a computer screen?" "A lot of computers are high-definition," Holly said, shaking...

Death Becomes HerChapter 2

It watched him. It had memory, now. Hours of memory. Had it ever had memory? Did it know what memory was? Had it even existed, before coming to the man in the snow? It couldn't remember. It stood, she stood, against the wall, watching the two talk. Watching HIM talk, sounds coming from his head. Sounds ... meanings... What was meaning? She didn't know. So much she didn't know. The furry creature frightened her. Frightened as only something in this strange world could. She could no...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 6 The Artefacts

Zinnia soon repaid my confidence in her abilities. She had discovered a document that presented Colonel Slade with the reason for having the appeal of habeas corpus refused. St Olave's is probably the oldest church within the walls of the City of London and over the centuries had been granted many privileges. In this particular case a Charter, from the time of Richard the Second -- or it may have been Richard the Third, I always confuse those two, allowed for 'miscreants and heretics' to...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 7 Ch acirc teau Blanchard

Krish had advised me, before we buried the the young Chasseur of the Guard officer, that if I intended disinterring him at a later date then certain actions needed to be carried out to prevent a rapid decomposing of the corpse. The first was to wrap the body in a tightly tied blanket, or ground sheet, keeping the material close to the corpse. The depth of the burial should be at least six feet, which would save the corpse from being disturbed by ploughing, or being dug up by animals. The...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 8 The return to Waterloo

I came down to breakfast somewhat apprehensive as to how Annette would welcome me after the comedy of errors in the bedroom. However, she greeted me brightly and cheerfully. “Good morning Jacques. I trust you slept well?” There seemed to be no irony or sarcasm in the question. “I slept well, Annette, and I hope you did the same?” She nodded, smiling, and then poured me a cup of coffee. Woody, who was already seated at the table, first looked at me and then at her, and a slow grin spread...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 9 Annette Blanchard

A warm beam of sunlight played on my face, and under its benign caress I swam slowly up from a deep sleep. For a moment I could not recall where I was, but then realised I was lying in the four-poster bed in Annette’s boudoir. It was the most comfortable bed I could ever recall being in. The thick luxurious mattress, stuffed with eider down, was both supportive to my body and yet comforting. I sat up. The pillow next to mine was rumpled, and on pulling back the sheet saw the unmistakable...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 19 Amaranthus Caudatus

The Dover mail coach was almost empty, allowing Krish and I to have seats inside with the only other passenger, a rather corpulent cleric, who must have dined rather well as he slept the entire journey. As the coach pulled away from the Red Lion tavern I reflected on the day's events. I had scarcely got out of the mail coach from Portsmouth when I had heard the terrible news concerning Woody. Two hours later, after collecting a change of clothing from the house, I had boarded the Dover...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 7

七 The drilling had stopped, thankfully, but I hadn’t slept in three days. After what I saw in my dreams, sleep wasn’t what I wanted. Sleep or no sleep, though, I was thinking there’d be more, more ghosts, worse ghosts, and that the ghosts were probably hungry... Lacking sleep left me both alive and dead. I felt like my head was slurry, wet and sloshy with cytoplasm. I lay in bed, supine, awake to the night, reading my phone in the dark, my room black as marble. A story popped up on my...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 22 New beginnings

As the carriage rumbled along the road to Lille I saw that Matilde was still silently weeping. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She snuggled into me, glad to have a comforting arm around her, and gradually her tears stopped. "I'm sorry to be such a melancholy travelling companion, Jacques, but I am already missing Blanchards, and Mimi and Chloe." "As do I, but we must look to the future. I know you will be welcomed in London, and in no time at all you will be making new friends." I...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 13

十三 I’d been friendly with Jim, the teacher who’d told me of the school’s history. He’d only mentioned it in passing, as we played basketball. I figured I should talk more with him. See what I could find out. Jim was a teacher who’d lived in America for a number of years, played college basketball there, then played pro ball in Australia. He spoke perfect English, with only the slightest trace of an accent. A soft-spoken, abnormally tall guy, he towered above most everyone, at 6’6, and had...

Death by E MailChapter 1

-Gabbygirl- Glenn had just left with the young ones for some fishing at the park and Gabriella had feigned illness so she could be alone with Snuffher. She had read his story a half dozen times, but she couldn't wait to reach wetporn.orgy, Snuffher's own erotic story web site. As soon as the family car disappeared, she went up to the bedroom, stripped down to her bra and panties, and sat down at the computer. In her thirties, she still looked like twenty-something. Gabriella's ancestors...

The Note

I awoke, sorry came to the following morning, still had on my tiny red skirt, blouse, nails and all my make up. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, OMG what a sight looked back. My make up was smeared over my face and a thick dried string of cum was visible on my cheek. I went back to the bedroom and grabbed my handbag, opened it and took out a cigarette, lit it and inhaled deep, needed to get a fix and try to come to terms with what I had done the night before. I must have put...

The Seventh Time School PE Sick Note

I was at a strange place in my Teenage Sexual Life, I liked Girls but I had this curious side I got strangely excited when I saw the boysgetting changed for PE, My next experience would be in a changing room for PE, I had a sick note so was excused from PE, Along with another boy,Martin, a boy I didn't get on with, he was a bully and wasn't nice to me ever, what happened next would come as a massive surprise......I had by now moved up into the second year and it was summer although the day in...

The Note

?The Note By Raven The madman changed me to test his device. He switched my body with a busty black girl from the street. Then he left her, I and my best friend to die in a trap, while he went to switch bodies with the President. We all escaped to find him and right things. Along the way we met two black guys who said, "Hey girl, whatsa fine lookin' sista doin' wit' two white dudes? Come wit' us!" Nobody ever looked at me that way before. So I left a note for them: "I'm...

Seth a Civil War StoryChapter 7 The Note

At about half past ten that sultry night someone knocked at the seldom-used front door of the Williams' dark farmhouse. The air was still warm, stirred only by the slightest breeze. The night was full of the cicadas' song and the churr of crickets. Lightening bugs flickered in the fruit trees, and heat lightning flared quietly out toward the hills. Seth's mother, still dressed as she had been when her younger son had been taken from her, carried a small lamp to the door. "Who is there?"...

NubileFilms Bonnie Dolce Love Note

Bonnie Dolce is feeling the urge for sex as she texts Thomas Stone about a surprise. When he arrives home, Thomas finds a note with instructions for him to take a seat and wait for Bonnie. He is happy to obey. When he goes where he’s been told, Thomas finds another note instructing him to take a sip of wine and look to the left. Bonnie times it perfectly to comes out of the bedroom wearing just a sheer bra and panties. Strutting across the room, Bonnie joins her boyfriend on the couch and...

Cassy s author notes

Foreword: By the time I am writing this I had just published my eleventh story on Fictionmania. However, it was my tenth story that marked a small milestone for me. While still being an inexperienced writer I counted myself now as one to not just post once or twice, but be able to continuously write stories. Still, I have a lot to learn and sometimes I wish I could learn from other more experienced authors on FM. See their notes and understand their reasoning. One of the things I...

The Notes

The Notes When I was thirteen going on fourteen my parents separated. They said that it was just because they fell out of love with one another but that they both loved me. I knew that it was because Dad had gotten his girlfriend pregnant. Anyway soon after that I started masturbating constantly. It didn’t have anything to do with my parents splitting up it was strictly sexual. I used to get Mom’s used panties from the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom. After her shower at...

Sex for notes

When I was in college, specifically a junior, I was sick and missed class for the whole week. The day after I got better I had an English test. I needed to get the notes I'd missed, but the problem was no one in my class really took good notes. Except for one kid, Trent. He stood at about 5 foot 11 inches, with dark black hair, green eyes, and completely jacked. He also had huge arms and six pack that you could always see through his shirt. I never really spoke to him before he was a quiet guy...

The Djinn s Notebook

It was a dark and cold Halloween night and Lydia was walking in an alley outside of her apartment. She was your typical Goth with the white pale skin, black lipstick, and dark mascara. She wore a low-cut black sheer shirt with a red bra underneath that cupped her perky C-cup breasts, and black skinny jeans hugging her every curve. A 21-year-old senior in college and knockout to all straight guys and some lesbian girls, however, she was depressed and alone. Every relationship she had been in...

MAU Rules and Author s Notes

Rules for the Morphic Adaptation Unit, Mark 5 Foreward: Some may consider these rules and notes to be extreme. Some may find them offensive. I have been told that I should write "minimal" rules and let people play, like has happened in other universes. I tried that; even with reasonable guidelines, my universes have been radically altered by adventurous authors. If the story universe is to stay open, it is with some stronger guidelines to help keep things in line with my original...

Sexy Sadie s Red Notepad

I'm Sadie, and I'm a cute half-Japanese girl with pigtails and high aspirations, and I'm also an independent sociologist. I'm just naturally a curious person I suppose, and am especially interested in sexual events, especially of the random sort, from a sociological context. I've also had my own share, but this isn't my life story. This is a particular story of a study, my quest to gain information, in my trusty Red Notepad, for independent sociological research. Well, in some ways that's what...

The Magic Notebook

John Doe was a successful agent in Hollywood. He'd been that for years, and enjoyed the job, although that was mostly due to his client being a sexy female celebrity. He remembered when he first got her and made her a success, and he got no thanks for it. He had a huge crush on her as well, but was rejected time and time again, and after that, well, his client chose to be as bitchy as possible to him. That was about to change, however. He was walking through the woods one day and found a...

Guido s High Note

There wasn't much of a wait as I rang the doorbell and was instantly greeted by a lady, much younger than I had expected. "Hi, I'm Lisa," she said, as she extended her hand to welcome me in. Her grip was firm and lingering as she directed toward the window where the problem unit was. "Mother said the damn thing just wasn't working and she wants it fixed ASAP," she relayed to me. I smiled and winked at her and said it would be done very soon. She was rather plain looking, dressed in...

Face the Strange Chapter 11 11 Home for Halloween and Author s Notes

FACE THE STRANGE by Crazy Baron Chapter 11: Home for Halloween I had been prepared--or had desperately tried to prepare myself--to face absolutely anything when the interdimensional elevator arrived at my preordained destination. Regardless, what I saw caught me by surprise. On the other side lay my city apartment. I was looking at the living room, albeit from an unusual angle; my sofa was on the right, together with the lone armchair. The dining table and my desk, the...

The Notebook

A notebook has fallen to planet earth with the ability to change reality. Whatever is written inside changes reality. You can travel through time, change people's fetishes, change laws and rules, change societal norms. Anything you want to become reality can become so. Who will be the lucky person to find this notebook? What will they use it for? They can fulfill their wildest fantasies by just writing in a notebook. They can relive any moment in their life the way they want to live it. The...

Leda and the SwanChapter 3 The Notebook

Darkness fell. Rick sat at his laptop reading student essays. He heard a rap at his door. "Brenda?" "Rick -- have you seen Roger today?" "Yes ... earlier." "He didn't come home for dinner." "He hasn't left for his conference, yet -- has he?" "Conference?" Brenda asked. "What conference?" Rick sighed. "An economics conference in Philadelphia. Didn't he tell you?" "No but he always waits 'til the last minute to break news like that. He knows it upsets me to think...

The Note

I had to remind myself why I was at the store at 6:30 in the morning… Ok, maybe the 105 degrees that it had been for the last week, had a bit to do with it. It would of been a great idea if I had had it all by myself. The store was busy already. I thought to myself that I was already here, just do my shopping now. I did get more than a few looks for my being in my uniform. I shugged them off and hurried to get done, untill I came around this one corner. She was stunning. Her curly hair set off...

The Note

I had to remind myself why I was at the store at 6:30 in the morning… Ok, maybe the 105 degrees that it had been for the last week, had a bit to do with it. It would of been a great idea if I had had it all by myself. The store was busy already. I thought to myself that I was already here, just do my shopping now. I did get more than a few looks for my being in my uniform. I shugged them off and hurried to get done, untill I came around this one corner. She was stunning. Her long curly hair set...

New Life Note

Rule 1: The woman whose name is written in this note shall get pregnant. John Doe was born into a wealthy family. From childhood, John has been a genius in both physical and mental. Being able to achieve almost anything easily, John got bored. This year, John was 18 and went to study at a famous university. At first John was exciting, but the college life quickly proved that it's not different as John thought. John fell into boredom once again. However, one month later, an incident changed...

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The Note

I had to remind myself why I was at the store at 6:30 in the morning... Ok, maybe the 105 degrees that it had been for the last week, had a bit to do with it. It would of been a great idea if I had had it all by myself. The store was busy already. I thought to myself that I was already here, just do my shopping now. I did get more than a few looks for my being in my uniform. I shugged them off and hurried to get done, untill I came around this one corner. She was stunning. Her curly hair set...

The Note

I had to remind myself why I was at the store at 6:30 in the morning... Ok, maybe the 105 degrees that it had been for the last week, had a bit to do with it. It would of been a great idea if I had had it all by myself. The store was busy already. I thought to myself that I was already here, just do my shopping now. I did get more than a few looks for my being in my uniform. I shugged them off and hurried to get done, untill I came around this one corner. She was stunning. Her long curly hair...

Death Wish chapter 2

Jason: "I want to be able to break any law or rule without fear of any kind of punishment or repercussion." Man: "Yes." Jason: "What must I do?" Man: "Pick two to suffer. One from your family and one that you've known for the last five years." I was blown away, thinking I was going to have to choose one to kill. I guess I should be happy that nobody has to die this time, but who was I going to choose now? There were actually quite a few people that fit the criteria he...

Death by fucking ch 11

I may look back on this year and say ‘that’s when it all started’. It might be the year that things changed just for me. Or it might be the year that things changed for the whole world. This might be the Year Zero. This could be our Genesis. Some future historians will look back and mark 2003 A.D. as the start of the new calendar, the third era of mankind. Naahh! If I talk to people about this they will think I am nuts. They already think I’m nuts, going from no woman to two women...

Death By Misadventure Part 8

An ear-splitting shriek, closely followed by the sound of breaking glass and a succession of thumps and clangs, all interspersed with cries of pain and language that would have raised eyebrows on a building site, ushers in Friday morning under the most unsolicited of circumstances. I sit bolt upright in bed, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I am as a girl alone in her room. Much as I hate to admit it, Suki Tatsukichi's self-defence lessons may not have been such a waste of time after...

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You stare at the writing in the back of your old notebook. Obviously this had to be a prank, right? Things don’t just become reality because you write them in a notebook. Still, it does interest you that you’ve never used the notebook before. Maybe I should try it, just to check, you think, turning back to the first page. Walking back to your office to grab a pen, book still open, you think about what your “check” note should be.

A FOUND NOTEBOOK

Last week I flew to Tucson upon hearing of my father's death. He'd lived a good life, had been a school-teacher, and had been married for fifty-three years and raised three k**s. Our mother had died six years earlier and he'd continued living in their little duplex in Green Valley, Arizona, surrounded by his books and extensive classical music collection. As neither of my younger brothers could stick around after the funeral, it fell to me to go through and dispose of his possessions and get...

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‘Don’t touch me!’ Charlotte Miller cringed in the corner of her room, her hands balled into fists, ready to attack the first person that approached. We all stood looking at her, wondering what had set her off. Even the nurses didn’t know. Nurse Stenton just glared at her, pissed off beyond words and trying to find a way to remain professional. And there wasn’t one. ‘Mrs. Miller, it’s time for your bath!’ ‘I don’t care. You’re not touching me.’ I stepped forward, drawing a stern look from...

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Deathbed Ch 2

Part Five I had no idea how long we had ridden the road. Hours, perhaps, or only a few moments that dragged out to eternity. Most of the time, I had kept my eyes tightly closed, cradled in the rider’s lap like a child, neither of us speaking a word. Slowly I revived from the spell he had put me under, but I was swept up in events and felt unable to influence my fate. All around us, the dark night pressed in like a conscious entity, the roar of the bike seemed to cut through a palpable...

Deathbed Ch 5

Part Twenty-One The rider’s face went stark white. ‘Bite yer tongue!’ he gasped. He surged up and vaulted out of the tub, water streaming from his thighs and genitals. ‘You ain’t got a *clue* who’s listenin’ to ya!’ ‘It’s only words!’ ‘Words mean a lot when you speak of things like that, darlin’! If they’re spoke at the right time, in the right way–or the wrong way! It ain’t just hot air. Believe you me!’ ‘Oh, that’s right–you got yourself into trouble that way, didn’t you? The bad boy with...

Deathbed Ch 4

Part Fifteen By all rights, the sun should have come up. I was sure that I had lain for hours in this bed with Deadman beside me, making love at wakeful intervals, sleeping now and then with his heavy body half atop mine as it was now. A long time had passed since I had realized what was happening, and in that time, I believed, I had embraced my doom. I had been right about the implications of sex with this man–I had passed to another state of being, utterly transformed from what I had been,...

Deathbed Ch 3

Part Ten I woke to the sound of a Harley some distance off and approaching. For a moment or two I didn’t know where I was. A dark room filled with an unfamiliar smell, a bed with musty sheets in which I lay naked. The side of my face was sore and my hip joints ached. The burn in my groin brought it all back to me in the next moment, and I sat upright, pulling the quilt around me. The kerosene lamp had been turned down or had gone out. The dogs began to bark in a howling chorus. Outside,...

Deathbed Ch 6

Part Twenty-Six “No–” I said in a strangled voice. “No, I’m not undead! I can touch holy objects!” My heartbeat pounded in my ears, another proof of life. What could the Bearer of Indictments mean? “Like these–” Deadman suddenly glanced at the cartridges I had been about to display, and I broke off and hid them inside my jacket. Aitch hadn’t missed the exchange, though I wasn’t sure if he had noticed what I was holding before I concealed it, his sharp eyes went back and forth between us. ...

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My high-school was fantastic. It was a boarding school with allowed physical punishment. The punishment was mostly more humiliation and public shame with which they tried to make us behave properly and learn. I never had problems with learning and grades but I did stuff on purpose to get punished.The boarding school was relatively close to our home and I was at home on weekends. They had loose rules on uniforms which can be broken down to "girls wear skirts and shirts but still decent". This is...

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Eliza Ibarra is a sexy, raven haired vixen in her school uniform and short, plaid skirt. She has a big crush on her favorite teacher, Mr. Castle. When he catches her passing notes in class, he reprimands her and tells her to stay after class for her punishment. When they are alone, he asks her what she meant when she wrote that note, and Eliza tells him that she would fuck him if she could. When Mr. Castle hears this, he moves in closer for a kiss before positioning Eliza up on his desk and...

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That afternoon she was alone in her dorm room. She took a plastic bag from the box of trash can liners she had boughton the way home and placed it over her head. Then she tied a scarf around her neck to hold it in place and lay on her bed to see what would happen. In a short time, she began to breathe faster, a sure sign that the oxygen was going. Sure enough, she began to feel strongly aroused. Her brests, already firm with youth, tensed further. Her nipples felt like soft pebbles beneath her...

Death of a Thumb

with apologies to Franz Kafka Vella awoke that morning feeling unusual. She tried to stretch but couldn’t as if her arms were just not there. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs were gone. She blinked and tried to look around the room but everything was larger, farther away. Suddenly she felt herself rising, lifting up and flying through the air. She saw what had to be a 200 foot tall mirror and then she realized her predictament. She was no longer herself, she was Salvor’s thumb! ...

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The signs! Were they there or not? I guess they were but I didn’t recognize them or expected to see them. Or, maybe it was finding one clue at a time that didn’t set off alarms that there was something wrong. Nor did finding two, or even three wake me up. I was just another loving and caring husband and father. And since the signs were found innocently and by chance over a period of time they weren’t put all together until that sad night. Our lives together were more or less like every other...

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The lights on Derby Boulevard shone bright, illuminating the busy city street. It was nearly eleven-thirty on a Saturday night and the place was jumping from the night clubs, the jazz joints and the late night cafes. The air was filled with noise, the music from the clubs, the laughter from the girls, and the shuffle of busy footsteps of the passersby. It was a typical night in a bright city I hated. The rotten, stinking city I inhabited, day in and day out, the city that chewed me up and spit...

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Death Wish

Like I said I'm a pretty average guy, for the most part. I hit puberty early and I figure I'll only grow for another year or two at most. I'm 5 foot 7 and pretty skinny I weigh about 150 lbs and I'm pretty fit. My older sister Kristi is the stereotypical popular bitch at the school she is 16 years old and she's about 5 foot 2 with really pale skin and red hair, no freckles though, just like our mother. Our mother's name is Janice, I've had a hard time thinking of her as a mother for...

Death Province

My name is Mike O’Neil. This is the story of the day I died. Everything came to focus slow, a concrete room with one door and a table with tools. The door slowly opened, to which 3 soldiers walked through. The last soldier through spoke to the other two in Russian, I could only surmise that he was telling them to stand guard outside the door. After they left he turned around and walked over to the table and picked up a cork...

Death by fucking ch 20

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Death by fucking ch 19

Donnie’s Story People in this country must think our family life revolves around sex, which is patently ridiculous. These magazine articles have only added fuel to the fire. First there was that hilarious Playboy article with the twin centerfolds. Then Cosmo comes out and suddenly my and Deirdre’s naked asses are prominently displayed in every grocery store in the country. That issue was Cosmo’s all-time best seller. Andrew bought three copies himself. And then the wretched man had...

Death by fucking ch 17

Helen's Story At the Tennis Court I sat with Donna and Deirdre Adkins, watching as the Progenitor played tennis with the prosecutor. I'm from New York, so I expected that these people would be less than cultured, living as they do in rural Georgia of all places. I guess I was expecting a hick town and a hick family. I was mistaken. The environment here is lovely. The house is a stately old mansion. The grounds are well-kept and open. The family is calm and intelligent. The...

Death by fucking ch 15

It’s obvious that if someone is after our children, they are probably after the other children of the next generation as well. Andrew is quite prolific. Before he is through he may well have another place in the Book of World Records. We want to notify the parents of these children. Andrew was reluctant to use email or telephones, since our calls and mail may be monitored. That’s when we learned of another of our children’s talents. I was with Elle, reading her a story. It’s an odd...

Death by fucking ch 14

Andrew's Story It's the database that's important. I'd taught the twerps to program starting when they were three. They are a whole lot smarter than I am. Was three years old too young to learn to program? I don't think so. I've done the initial system design, but soon I'll turn that over to them, too. Let's face it, when the brains were passed out in this family, I was last in line. Anyway their assignment recently was to build me a firewall. I've got a plan. It's a good plan...

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