second person

Narrative

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Hello there, old friend. It's me; don't be alarmed. No one else is here, they can't hear me anyway.

Now, I'd apologize for disturbing your slumber, but it already appears to be disturbed enough. You weren't sleeping. Maybe tossing and turning, tangling yourself in the sheets, perhaps, trying to exhaust yourself, but certainly not sleeping.

You seem unfulfilled, my dear. That's why I'm here. That's why I always arrive. You know that.

Now, I know you need your rest, but you also need your needs met, so let's get started, shall we?

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Average: 4.5 (4 votes)

Then Prove It

"Come visit the Holy City of Globolia, like the Vatican but instead of a Pope we have papayas!"

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Average: 4.4 (14 votes)

Explosive Event, An

I sit on the floor, casually lounging as I fill yet another balloon. There's still several hours before the party, so I haven't gotten dressed yet; I'm wearing a simple pair of panties and a form-fitting white tanktop. I sigh. "Man, who knew blowing balloons would take so long?" I lament, turning to you.

You're sitting on a chair in jeans and a white t-shirt, using a pump to fill the balloons. "Well, it's a good thing we have this pump. It could be a lot slower," you note, with a smirk.

I pout. "Well, I suppose. Still, next time we should just buy them, I guess."

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Average: 4.3 (17 votes)

Absorption

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The sciences always fascinated you, but biochemistry was the most interesting of all.  While others believed in machines and computers being used to enhance themselves, the idea that the human body already had near-limitless innate potential that could be unlocked with a mere injection was indescribable.  While you were never able to enter the field professionally, being an office assistant at the largest biotech research firm in the state was enough to sate your interest by proxy.

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Average: 3.7 (7 votes)

Vortex Man Vs. Dr. Elemental

“Nooooo!  Curse you, Vortex Man!  Once again, I, the great and powerful sorcerer, Dr. Elemental, have been defeated!  But I will win next time, Vortex Man!  Here, take one of my famous curses as I get away!  MUAHAHAHA!”  The deranged old man points a finger at you, shouts “ees uoy gniht txen eht knird yletelpmoc lliw uoy!”  And runs off, the orderlies chasing after him.

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Attention, Passengers

“Attention passengers, Flight 17 has been moved from gate 125 to gate 14 due to technical difficulties.  Please make your way to…”

“Attention passengers, Flight 17 has been moved from gate 14 to gate 92.  Please…”

“Attention passengers, Flight 17…”

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Average: 4.4 (22 votes)

Outie

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Out of all the new store employees, Kay was easily your favorite.  She hadn't been working there long, but she definitely made an impression: She was always on time, never missed a day, was unfailingly courteous to customers, and seemingly had the contents of the entire store memorized in a matter of days.  It didn't hurt that she was cute, either.  Probably the only downside was that she was a bit strange, like her train of thought reached all the major stops, but by taking routes only known to her.  Still, she was cute.

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Average: 4.3 (22 votes)

Oh What a Night

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You, my friend, are a lucky person. The absolute love of your life, Cori Mitchum, is in your World History class. As far as you know, she considers you just a friend, so you sit next to her. Your teacher is going into a long lecture about a boring historic event you should be paying attention to, but instead you strike up small talk with Cori. You talk about whatever comes to mind and then she brings up that she has a secret. You use your speaking skills to try and get it out of her, but she says her lips are sealed. Despite this you continue your attempts.

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Average: 1.8 (6 votes)

Coda - Expectations

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"You know, I've never done it with someone else before." Says Amelia. She nuzzles forward, the abyssal moon is filigree to crown her blushes.

"That's…ballooning, I mean, not…you know"

Your hands intertwine gently as she plays with your fingers. Your elbows rest on the smooth goosebump-puce of her breasts, barely indenting them. Those are a girl's breasts, you keep reminding yourself, Just 5 foot wide and filled with helium.

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

Expectations

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"I think I'll do it with him."

Amy swivels about on the kitchen stool, letting the chair chase her smile around. The evening sun filters through the chantry blind, setting a golden cage about her; tigerstripes across a black blouse and charcoal skirt. This is the dangerous time and she twtiches; all energy and potential, about to burst into life.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)
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