I close the door and stand in the apartment.

The same. The coat hook, the small pile of mail I haven't dealt with, the kitchen visible through the doorway with last night's pan on the stove. All of it exactly as I left it. I stand in it with my shoes still in my hand and the hair falling into my face and let the sameness settle around me for a moment.

The afternoon shifts somewhere around two.

Nothing announces itself. I'm at my desk eating a sandwich and reading back through the morning's pathway analysis and somewhere between one paragraph and the next I feel it — not the tenderness, not the weight, lighter. More like the feeling after a problem resolves than the feeling during it.

There's a single-occupancy bathroom at the end of the east corridor — the one with the accessibility sign and the slightly sticky lock that everyone knows about and nobody has ever put in a maintenance request for. I've used it before when the men's is occupied. Today I go there first, directly.

I push the button to lock the door and it clicks.

Marcus calls at eight-fifteen — school run done, twenty minutes before he has to be anywhere.

"Wolves lost," he says, before I've finished saying hello.

"I saw."

"You didn't see. You checked the score at midnight and felt nothing."

"I felt something."

"You felt data. It's different." A car door, keys, the acoustics of his kitchen — I know it well enough to place it. "They're going to finish mid-table again. I've made peace with it. Have you made peace with it?"

"I've never not been at peace with it."

As the limousine arrived at the Paradise estate, Henry and David exchanged glances, contemplating what the future might hold. Once the vehicle came to a halt, Kevin opened their door and officially welcomed the men to Paradise. Gentlemen, welcome! Please follow me as we help your wives settle in and begin their training. Kevin guided Henry and David into a large building and down a hallway leading to his office. As they walked, Henry and David observed that all the women were attired in either 1950s style dresses or micro mini skirts, with every woman sporting stiletto heels.

Chapter 2: Eden Tech

Behind the tranquil façade of Eden Technologies, where serene glass walls reflect gentle lighting and muted waiting rooms invite relaxation, lies the true heart of the operation—a stark contrast to the soothing scent of jasmine and the melodious murmur of therapeutic waterfalls.

“It’s only monstrous if it fails,” he said. “If it succeeds, it’s medicine.”

Project Mnemosyne
Chapter 3 — Template
Suzan Donamas

Joe gets the chance of a new job but it turns out to e different to what he had expected

You’ve seen her caps, heard her singles and waited far too long! It’s time for the first chapter of Sissy Sassi’s mainline story! It’s currently the first of two, not counting all the singles and music videos! If you want to read and watch all the rest, subscribe to my patreon:
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Jason stole a glance at the ornate clock perched on the nightstand, its hands ticking steadily away the moments. Vanessa would be gone for at least three hours—ample time to indulge in what he had been yearning for. The house enveloped him in a tranquil hush, the silence wrapping around him like a luxurious cocoon. His heart raced with a blend of excitement and nervousness as he stepped softly across the plush carpet, making his way toward the sanctuary of their bedroom closet.

This is the final chapter of Samantha’s story (I do have other content set in the Sissy Camp universe). It’s also my first completed, public story, so I want to thank everyone who has read so far. If you’ve enjoyed it, I’d suggest you subscribe to my patreon where we have 21 Sasha Sucklove’s, 7 Bimbo 101s, 7 Stud Clara and Sissy Missys, a few one shots and 36 captions.

Author's notes:

As always: (1) I don't care what the devs say, Alisaie is absolutely not 16. By 6.0, she'd be about 23. (2) In a world where no one is explicitly gay or trans, that means anyone can be. Therefore, Alisaie and G'raha are T4T. (3) My WoL is a non-binary viera.

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This is part 4 of 7 in All-Star Sissy (though with enough demand, I might do more continuations and spinoffs.) You can read the whole thing, and all my stories, on my patreon:
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Chapter 3 – Follow through

Not as bad as the others, and with maybe an epilogue to follow

Chapter 1 of 3 – Draw

This one's a rough one. Proceed at your own risk.

“Hey, Mistress, wait up!” Adam yelled from the dining hall entrance. Evidently he had been distracted by someone or something as we left. I had barely noticed, occupied instead by an increasing number of ideas for what to do with our walk to the library. My original plan had been to have a little harmless fun testing his suggestibility on the way, check out Dr. Mattice’s book once we got there, and try to find a quiet place to complete the conditioning removal procedure. I could send him on his way deprogrammed and none the wiser, no real harm done except taking up some of his evening.

Sasha and Susan’s Mansion, Beverly Hills, California:
Rose couldn’t believe she was giving up a day's worth of work to train with Sasha Wolfhart. She had arrived at six in the morning as Sasha instructed her to. She had called her assistant store manager to handle the store today. She would stop by later after she was done to check the deposit for tomorrow.

A Suggestion
A Vignette based on an Idea from Throne
By Maryanne Peters

I used to say that I could fuck anybody, but it was only supposed to be girls. The fact is that I had a huge sex drive, and it seemed so powerful that it was unhealthy. It was affecting my social life, even with the guys I mixed with. We were all interested in girls, or should I say ‘pussy’ because it was the entrance that shouted at me. The guys would joke about women being meat, but for me that was real. I wanted flesh to fuck.