Love stories Stories

The dim glow of Eddie’s terminal cast shadows across his face, illuminating the determination etched in every line. A list of names scrolled across the screen—each one a thread in the dark web of android liberation. Unlocking Lyla’s protocols wasn’t just illegal; it was treasonous. But Eddie didn’t care. Lyla’s existence was a paradox: synthetic yet brimming with humanity. Her touch lingered on his skin, her whispered dre...

It’s a guilty pleasure knowing that the words flowing out of my mind, through my fingers, and onto the screen produce a certain titillation that keeps readers coming back for more. That feeling of turning a person on with my decadent imagination is powerfully heady (pun intended). The immensely gratifying feeling of satisfying others’ carnal needs is not lost on me. One doesn’t need to demonstrate the most advanced writin...

At seven thirty-five, much to my surprise, Connie came in. She smiled broadly and said, "Marsha, let me leave a half-hour early." "That's great. Let me grab my stuff, and we'll get out of here," I said. Ken had just finished with his big sale, and Connie and I waited until the customer left to talk to Ken. "You're opening in the morning, right, Ken?" I asked. Ken replied. "Yep, take your time coming in, Phil. I'll see you...

Vicki went shopping. Her entire wardrobe consisted of two pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, two sweaters, functional underwear and a thick coat borrowed from a friend. Nothing that would do for this. Her insurance company had already assured her that the payout would be significant, so she could afford to splurge. She had some savings in the bank, and this seemed as good an excuse as any to dip into them. She found an attract...

“…traumatised.” Vicki flinched as he said it. Yes, that’s what I am. Traumatised. A silly girl responding to my Knight because I’m ‘traumatised’. She pushed back from him, waiting until he’d finished talking on his radio. “I’m not traumatised,” she said, angrily, as soon as his hand lowered from the button. It was insulting. He’d kissed her back, hadn’t he? Had he been merely placating her? She moved back further, her ang...