Armageddon Stories

I was plain and knew it. Didn't need anyone to tell me. Make-up and nice clothes were wasted on me, created a caricature, a laughable parody of sensuality. So usually - and wisely - I didn't bother. However, this day was a special day, a day when I had to try my best to look my best and thus open myself to ridicule. I approached the desk with justifiable trepidation. The tweedy receptionist smiled patronisingly at my blea...

This is really fucking long. If you are not willing to wait 5000 words for them to have sex, you should probably find another story. I considered putting it in two or three installments, but didn't want to. This way makes the most sense. I think my next story will be something more fun. Maybe I'll write another Little Sister sequel. Or not. We'll see. Part One: Sister and Brother My grandpa has always been, to put it one...