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OK, so I'm quite pissed off at SurveyMonkey. Apparently this buttchugger of a website is completely useless in the free version. It will not allow anyone to see any of the poll results past the first 10 voters without me paying it $25 per month. And understand that it will be a cold, frigid, absolut...

Sad to see you go, and I've never really liked CHYOA's format (99% of the time if you make the "wrong" choice the story hits a dead end, so you have to go back and find the "right" choice in order to get anywhere). If nothing else you could just copy your best works over there on...

The entire drive to the party might as well have been a tricycle ride for how strongly Michelle felt like a third wheel between Jenna and Tom. At least they both approved of how she looked in her revealing outfit, which made her more confident about this plan. This could very well be the very last c...

Nodding slowly, I said, “I’m not lying, but even if I were, by your own word, wouldn’t that have been the same lie? Not another one.” Dude, I'm not Christian and obviously never went to any Christian schools, but somehow Sarah talking back and disrespecting authority in that exact moment and exact ...

Perhaps Lisa's humiliation could be expanded on into another chapter here? I have no plans to do so currently, but possibly the next step in the contest will involve that in some way. Honestly I was more connected to Lisa as a character than Michelle when writing this, because Lisa's entire toxic m...

That's a common ADHD issue, where your focus gets broken and attaches itself to any distractions it can find. For writers it makes it so that our minds can get lost in someone else's world and then have difficulty reconnecting to our own. I get that some. My solution was to establish a writing routi...

Part 1: "GET OUT OF HERE YOU GUYS!!" I screamed, red in the face, naked, soaking wet under the running water while desperate to stay covered and unseen. The three pairs of horny female eyes staring at me refused to blink or turn away, trying to see what little of my body still remained hi...

Fun start to this, and the entire concept of going back and forth with two authors each controlling a different character's POV makes me tremendously nostalgic for MSN Messenger and the hundreds of lost perverted roleplays of my youth.

****This is my entry in the summer story contest, as well as something that I've been meaning to write up for a very long time now. This scenario was one of my #1 biggest fantasies/fears when I was a teenager, and I imagined myself trapped in this type of situation with girls I knew thousands of ti...

Part 1: "GET OUT OF HERE YOU GUYS!!" I screamed, red in the face, naked, soaking wet under the running water while desperate to stay covered and unseen. The three pairs of horny female eyes staring at me refused to blink or turn away, trying to see what little of my body still remained hi...