It had been months since the Great Shift and for the first time since then everything was starting to make sense again. With the New Year upon them, most of society had more or less come to decide to cut their losses. Of course there was still a lot to work out and it was going to take years for things to truly settle down, however with increased understanding of
‘Good morning, little boy,’ Mrs. Johnson smiled as Craig opened his eyes. She was laid out on the end of his pristine white bedsheets with a hungry look in her eye. Her pink stockings clung tightly to her slender legs, and she was wearing one of Mr. Johnson’s shirts – although to say she was wearing it might have been overstating it a little; it hung open to reveal her
Ian had always thought of himself as a hard-working man, and by all accounts he was correct in his analysis. Working six days per week with hours that would have made even the most earnest of managers weep, the only thing that kept him going was the money. And there was a lot of it. In one month he could make what took most people a year, and he was
For all the technology and science that humanity strove to develop, it was in fact the advancements in sexual technologies and sciences that drove the human race to the state of peace, prosperity and utopia that had for millennia seemed unobtainable. Through extensive work, the nature of humanity to crave after sexual intimacy was taken as the unifying factor across every corner of the species, and once this unification was
The sound of the front door opening and closing sent Craig into overdrive. Every memory of Mr. Johnson seemed to jostle for position in his mind, though he was viewing them in an entirely new light. Instead of imagining his muscular arms wrapped around Mrs. Johnson beneath their covers, he was focused on what they might feel like around his chest; instead of thinking about his chiselled features glowering down
