I had made it to final period without incident- a full forty eight hours without eating anyone with my cock. Maybe that wasn't so impressive- before that past Saturday, I had gone roughly eighteen years without doing so- but I had no shortage of temptation. I spent first period gym class trying not to drool over the trio of former NFL cheerleader turn educators that were my gym teachers. English was its own struggle- the caustic wit and sculpted ass of Miss Stevens were always a reliable source

Meg's pulse began to pound as she pulled the key out of her 1992 Corolla hatchback's ignition.  Why now? She had managed to plan her revenge with cool detachment- carefully plotting each step, discarding ideas that would clearly backfire, not letting emotion cloud her judgment- yet now only minutes from her goal, nervousness was setting in. Meg took a deep breath. She was going to do this- for her mother, for herself. It was going to go smoothly- maybe she would even ask out the cute guy at

I heard the familiar honk of Amanda's 2009 Honda Accord- my ride to the renaissance faire. I managed to pick myself up off the couch and shut off the TV. In a few short minutes, I made my way out the door and over to the rear driver side door. This was no small feat- I was already tipsy, and the dozen or so feet from the front door to the curb were a veritable gauntlet of smashed beer bottles and derelict lawn chairs. Knowing from experience how expensive drinks would be at the fair, but not w

Returning to Commonwealth after ten years only to be greeted by the sight of a mushroom cloud rising above what had once been the Institute was about what I should have expected. I had shown up in the Capital Wasteland just in time to miss out on the defeat of the Enclave. Made it to New Vegas just as the second battle of Hoover Dam was about to kick off- too late to get involved, on any side... at any rate, the only home I had ever known- if you could even call it that- was gone.

I woke up without an alarm.

For once, I was

actually well

rested

.

It was a week after my eighteenth birthday

- I was now legally an adult. It certainly didn’t feel that way- for one thing, I had another month of high school left. For another, I had no car.

I wasn't nervous as the jury foreman stood to read the verdict- just eager for an ordeal to be over. It had been almost a year- I had spent my eighteenth birthday in a hospital bed, then six months just learning how to walk again. Another two before I could get around without crutches... The pain still hadn't gone away completely. My lawyer, Bob Fortunado, said that this was actually a fairly short amount time for this kind of trial- I guess he would know, he used to be the governor's chief

I sat at my cubicle, idly clicking my email inbox refresh button every couple of minutes. It had been a slow workday, and I still had a couple of hours to go. I heard footsteps approaching. This caught me off guard- since the office adopted a more lenient work from home policy, it had been a ghost town.







I smelt Erika's perfume when she was still a few cubicles away. Always excessive

Felicia Hardy entered the mansion through the roof, undetected. It was an almost unbelievably simple job- no guards, no cameras, no alarms- no security measures to speak of. Her experience told her it must be a trap, but a week's worth of surveillance did nothing other than confirm that one of New York's wealthiest residents was totally unconcerned about break ins. It hardly seemed a task for the infamous Black Cat- or even a moderately competent petty thief, but the prospect of obtaining th

I made it back to my apartment building, my heart and mind racing. I hated to- quite literally- fuck and run, but I really had no choice. The intrusive thoughts had been getting worse all week. Every time my girlfriend and I were intimate, I experienced increasingly intense visions of swallowing her whole- and as ridiculous and impossible as the imagery was, it felt totally real. Worse still, it wasn't like I could explain my increasingly strange behavior- somehow, I doubted saying "hey ba

Christina

sat on her bed, glued to her laptop. The college junior bounced back and forth from

Tumblr

to

T

witter, following a dozen different fandom dramas. Occasionally her focus would shift to an open word doc, typing a few lines of a sprawling fanfic she had been working on since high school. It was not even eight o clock in a

My eyes opened slowly. I was lying on my stomach, my face pressed against linoleum. I rolled over. I did not recognize my surroundings. I looked at my hands. They were green. Right, the Cell cosplay. Memories began rushing back.







"You're awake!" Ty exclaimed as he and Amy rushed to my side. "Dude, you were in a food coma for like six or seven hours!"

I had just barely regained my senses when Ty returned to the table. He grabbed Amy's rear playfully before sitting down, causing his wife to blush. This caught me off guard- Ty and Amy were always very open about anything sexual, but they usually refrained from public displays of

affecition

beyond handholding.






Amy's Samsung vibr

The food court was packed- there were about fifty tables and all of them were occupied by at least three or four people. Hundreds of conversations blended together into a disorienting drone- I could barely hear Ty and Amy talking across the table from me.

It was surreal- moments earlier I had absorbed a woman into my body through what should have been a normal(if low quality) cosplay accessory and it seemed no one around me knew- other than Ty and Amy, who did not seem e

My phone buzzed on the nightstand jostling me awake. Looking at the phone, I was greeted by a text from my friend, TY. It was shortly after midnight. Ty and his wife Amy had been two of my closest friends since high school, but they had no respect for the concept of being in bed at a reasonable hour.






ARE YOU GOING TO CON

TOMORROW/

I sat alone in the food court, sipping a

monstrosity

of an iced coffee that bore little resemblance to my usual order of "uh, normal?" I was at my preferred table, hidden from view



(or as hidden from view as you can get in a busy, highly modern mall) behind a support pillar. It was a special occasion- or at least what passed for a special occasion thes

Elżbieta "Ela" Bosak trekked forward along the mountain trail, Grace "Dokkaebi" Nam trailing behind her by a few meters to the right. With her green hair and skintight leggings, Ela looked more like a fine arts grad student on a hike than the battle hardened commando she was- with perhaps only her athletic physique (and maybe her Scorpion EVO 3 A1 ) hinting at her profession. Dokkaebi looked even less the part- at least Ela was wearing a camo field jacket, the shiny comp

"That party was a fucking disaster," Courtney groaned as she tried to keep her eyes on the road, moving aside stand of blonde hair that had fallen across her face. The snow was falling faster now and visibility had dropped off to practically nothing. It did not help that she was slightly buzzed, nor did it help that her cousin, Christina, kept drunkenly trying to sing along with the radio from the passenger seat. The only positive was her mother's house was only a few miles down the

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the line at Tina's Cafe was much shorter than usual. It was one of her favorite spots- usually not too loud, even when busy, and the waitstaff(along with most of the customers) were very easy on the eyes. Most importantly, Tina's served a special tea- the aptly named "Tina's Special Tea"- that could calm her stomach when little else could, and she had woken up desperately needing it. She had been out all night partying and had woken to wh

The cock ring began glowing brightly and vibrating forcefully. With a blinding flash, it merged into the skin around the base of my shaft, disappearing completely. It was then that I recognized the possibility that I had made a mistake.




You may be wondering why I thought it would be a good idea to try on a cock ring that I found on the ground outside a local GameStop, especially since I wasn't even with anyone at the moment. W

It was almost hard to believe it was the last hour of my last shift at Al's Discount Pop Culture Reference Supply- or it would have been, had the would-be Newbury Comics competitor not suffered from years of declining sales and mismanagement. Still, it had been my first job- from senior year of high school until now, the summer after college graduation- and I couldn't help but feel a little down. For one thing, now I had to look for a "real" job.

I woke to the sound of the postal van driving off. I practically leapt from my bed, hastily throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt before sprinting to the door. Perhaps I was overly excited- mail deliveries had quickly become the highlight of my days as the summer began, which was probably a sign that I needed to pick up some hobbies or at least get a part time job or something to keep me busy until college started in the fall.

It was the weekend after my high school graduation and I was on my couch, watching tv as was typical for my Saturday nights. I had the volume cranked higher than usual- the only way I could hear the SNL monologue over the sound of the torrential downpour pounding all sides of my house. The monologue had turned into a musical one- I should have seen it coming, Miley Cyrus was hosting this week. My phone buzzed. I glanced over- it was a text from the pizza place I had ordered from over an hour

The field trip was going okay. Sure, I had little interest in seeing the musical version of “Wicked” once I learned that it did not contain the mother-daughter-man with two penises three way that was in the book- but it still meant getting out of class for the day and an early start to the weekend. Plus, the architecture at the city theatre was pretty neat and I had so far managed to avoid being alone my English teacher, Ms. Smith. I could see her looking for me, wearing in an over