SDC, V1, Chapter 14: Sex Drive

I resisted the urge to try kissing myself, since it was pointless, and left the bathroom. Although I could go into great detail about how I walked on the balls of my feet, only touched things with specific hands and explain every little weird thing I did on the way out… I don’t have that kind of time. Besides, it’s pretty redundant at this point. Continue reading

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SDC, V1, Chapter 13: Dreams

“So yeah, I had a creepy dream about being experimented on. Doesn’t really prove much… But if I was the seventy-seventh person, there might be lots of other people out there who suddenly woke up with a complete stranger in their bed. Maybe I can find one of them that was stupid enough to make a forum post somewhere and talk about their experiences so far?” Continue reading

SDC, V1, Chapter 12: X

Ana pushed down on the lid with her right hand, closing it with a popping noise, before running over to the sink and washing her hands again. Then she walked over to the kitchen table and picked up that big red mug by its black handle, before drinking a bit from the straw. Continue reading

SDC V1, Chapter 10: Pasta

I’ve made pasta more times than I can even remember. For spaghetti, linguine, angel hair, fettuccine and all those ‘long noodles’, I needed to use the big fucking stainless steel pot. That’s why I usually made ziti, penne, shells, curlies and all the relatively small types. It still required a decent sized pot for a pound, but we had a few of them that normally sat on the stove at all times. Continue reading

SDC Chapter 8: Urination

The moment of truth. Ana was standing in the bathtub, her shirt still tucked into her boxers. I walked inside the bathroom and used my left heel to slightly close the door, but not all the way. Then I walked forward, over the three layers of towels that were on the floor. The crumpled up transparent shower-curtain almost touched my left elbow, but I deftly avoided it. Continue reading

SDC V1, Chapter 7: Duality

Aside from being a little astringent and bitter from the soap, there was also a tinge of sweat. As long as a clit is relatively clean, it shouldn’t taste like fish or whatever other bullshit virgins tend to believe. The inside of the vagina though, especially around the urethra, will probably taste like piss. If the girl squirts, most of that liquid is sometimes urine. It’s kind of watered down by the normal pussy-juice though, so it might not smell like piss. Continue reading

SDC V1, Chapter 6: Multitasking

“Wow… I can’t believe I just wrote two whole chapters in ten minutes.”

Normally, when I’m taking a shower or lying in bed, my brain goes full-throttle on the creative juices. But obviously I can’t do shit about it, except try to remember as much as possible and then write it all down later. However, since ‘Michael’ was in the shower and ‘Ana’ was sitting at my computer, things worked pretty efficiently. Continue reading

SDC V1, Chapter 5: Ana

“Ana…”

I was going to say Anael or Iris, which were both names of the first female character I had ever written but… Well, Ana is simpler. If I was going to write it out, it would be Anael Iris Healy. Technically, she was usually an Irish ginger in my stories. Still, if I had hesitated, my mother probably would have become even more suspicious. Continue reading