Inanimate objects Stories

Torrential downpours had turned most basements in the city into wading pools. My subterranean sleeping quarters met the same fate. Providence saw to it that my collection of intimate items was among the wreckage. Frustration loomed heavy as sleep worked to evade me. The quickest cure, an orgasm, didn't seem to be on the cards tonight. That was until I noticed the glow of a lightning strike illuminate a handy substitute. W...

In the midst of the harsh and relentless mountains, sequestered within the crystalline walls of her castle of solitude, resided Freya, The Snow Queen. Her home, an opulent palace of ice, was a spectacle of ethereal beauty—a frozen mirage that shimmered under the Arctic sun. Its towering spires and intricate sculptures reflected the light in a dizzying array of colors, casting a mesmerizing glow across the snowy landscape....