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A nerdy, socially awkward virgin fails dismally to get laid during his first week at a University full of hot, single girls. Luckily, he gets to keep re-living the week until he experiences the perfect fuck with the perfect woman, no matter how many enjoyable, but less than perfect, sexual encounters it takes for him to get there.

Your new girlfriend says she’ll do “anything” and she means it

Just a place for me to daintily exhibit what erotic titbits I couldn't fit into any of my grander tales. Short stories, poems, art in any form. Bits and pieces, people and places that just don't seem to fit anywhere else.

Eighteen year old Davey had had fantasies about older women ever since hitting puberty, and now he will get a gift to help his wildest, perverted fantasies come true

These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.

Galarth is a powerful paladin and the highest-rank adventurer of his guild who has taken missions of all types and dificulties and defeated all kinds of villians and monsters, but the one that he despises the most are goblins, lowly, gross and weak monsters that don't exist for nothing but for stealing, and killing others, they were an awful vermin that should be exterminated from the world, but unfortunately they were as hard to get rid off as cockroaches, for each one that was eliminated, 3 more took their place, they had an insanely high breeding rate, they left bunnies to shame. This hatred made it all the most humiliating, painful and ironic when Galarth woke up one night and find out that he had turned into a female goblin for unknown reasons, what will he do know, and what will be done to him, or rather her now.

First seen on Writing.com, this is CHYOA's version of an interactive story about Hermione suffering through scenarios which leave her naked somewhere. She must then travel a long way back to a safe place without being seen (though this hope is likely to be dashed). Additional problems also compound her humiliation.

Faye's short story contest returns for 2026

Married life between you and your lovely wife is disrupted when an old high school bully moves in down the street.

As the name suggests, its a collection of stories about 2 or more of the same person (clones, time travel, alternate dimension, ect.). Feel free to add to the Collection ^^.

The one abouve all estaba tratando de crear un universo perfecto donde todos conservaran su libertad pero no hubiera guerra ni destruccion. Una vez creado eso repitiria el proceso en todos los demas universos y habria paz al fin. Estaba por dar por terminado todo cuando decidio apostar todo al mas grande heroe de su multiverso propio y una vez mas el logro lo imposible. Por algo el es llamdo increible despues de todo

In a medieval world filled with furries / anthropomorphic animals, the rules are completely different. It's eat or be eaten, get hips or be hips. Those who aren't careful or strong enough end up as someone else's meal. Follow different characters, from different tribes with different stories survive in their vorish world. Help or sabotage those by your side, be a feared devourer or end up as a weak fool's meal. Fight wars between tribes just for your appetite, or to please your king or god, only to end up as mush fat on someone's body.

Jack Anderson Matsumoto goes to japan for the first time due to some exchange program organised by his father, the purpose of it its quite unclear before he arrives but soon he is told about a plot to take over the hero agencies and create a new monopoly of organised and well trained heroes by using the methods back from his homeland. Of course sexy shenanigans occur during all this

Iridescia, the City of the Interstice, home to billions of souls. A place of fantastical technologies and magic. A place of scientific education and walking gods. A place of unshackled economy, of prosperity so profound that the most threatening thing of all is the slow of the soul. Where steel, soil and sustenance are of no concern, where entertainment is abundant and energy is cheap, there is a place where ambition alone marks the worth of a soul. This is the City of the Interstice, where the Cultivators and their corporations reign and trade with the million worlds connected through the natural portals. This is Iridescia. In one soul, that ambition, that hunger to act, awakens on one day as rainy as all the others.

Geschichten über Spionage, Militär, Frauen und politische Verwicklungen

Well, except for two people

A woman has a checkup

Mary, a 42 artist with 19 year old college student son and a recently finalized divorce considers her options for male companionship. Her 44 year old ex is focusing on 20 something females. Mary decides what's good for the gander...

You wake up one morning with the power to alter anyone you want with the snap of your fingers!

The plane from Germany feels like a lifetime ago. All that’s real now is the weight of the suitcase in your hand and the sprawling, unfamiliar campus of your new American university. You’re Emile, white, eighteen years old, an exchange student, your straight, or at least you think you are, your body is average, besides the big bubble butt that you always got bullied for, and your new home is a dorm room with two beds. Your roommate is Jamal. He’s tall, athletic, with a confidence that seems to radiate from him. His skin is dark, his smile is sharp and disarming, and his presence... it’s just commanding. He’s not just another student; he’s the heart of the Black Students Association, the BSA, a group everyone on campus respects. They fight for equality, they push back against racism, that’s the official story, the one you would hear in the hallways. But you start to notice things. Little things. The way the white members of their circle look at the Black members. A certain look in their eyes. The way commands are given... and followed. Without question or hesitation. Jamal takes you under his wing from day one. He walks you through campus, his hand a warm weight on your shoulder, introducing you to everyone who matters. He makes you feel seen, welcomed. And somewhere between the campus tours and the late-night talks in your shared room, you start to feel it too. That subtle, magnetic pull toward him. That warm, comforting pressure to just... follow his lead. And maybe, just maybe... you don’t mind at all. This is your semester. Your education. In more ways than one.