#ShortStories · 17. July 2024
Trial 750 It was the 25th trial that was apparently the magic number. That’s when the magic began to happen. In each trial she had discovered something, usually something she didn’t know was necessary, even in all the resources about cloning she had read, there wasn’t an intricate step by step process for her to follow. I guess because they expected the people who were responsible for cloning to be doing it. Sadly, all the experts having died it was down to her to make this happen....
#ShortStories · 20. June 2024
Had she been fully informed of what living as a human would entail she wasn’t sure she would make the same choice twice. It had been 12 years since that decision she made just after her coming out ceremony, a ceremony which she now mourned. Mourned the loss of who she had been, a majestic Enleongator, 4 arms, 2 hearts, 3 kidneys, and a redundant stomach (in case of emergencies). She longed for simpler times, to go home and live back in familiar surroundings which made life easier. Life as a...
Writing · 13. May 2024
The sea glistened on the pebbles, then washed them with foam, then left them, and washed them again, ad infinitum. It was soothing, watching, hearing the rhythmic sounds of the beach. The beach was one of her happy places, a place where she could go when she was feeling sad, overwhelmed, void of value and to somehow find a tiny bit of peace. There she sat, sometimes on her phone, sometimes just looking at the waves, or out at sea. Sometimes watching the birds. Occasionally enjoying a happy dog...
relationships · 21. September 2022
I was lying, slumped on the floor propped against the wall, my hands desperately trying to apply pressure to the wounds in my stomach, the stab wounds. My blood was seeping through my fingers, and my turquoise clothes looked like a weird tie dye project gone wrong, because it was done with blood. I was weak, my eyes were begging, longing for reprieve from the pain of the wounds, but I knew if I held on, I would heal from this. Just like I’d healed from other wounds. But I needed time. I...
#BeMoreCharlie · 21. September 2022
Reactions to women talking about sex are fascinating, this article describes two situations, and people's common reactions to them. Strange how when a woman talks about sex, it's assumed she's responsible for the behaviour of others.
relationships · 06. March 2022
How Charlie Martin strives to love, as the infinitely flawed human which she is.
relationships · 06. January 2022
Being willing to anything for anther's happiness and satisfaction is a great foundation for a healthy relationship isn't it?
christmas · 23. December 2021
Here's wishing you a Merry Charlie Christmas! Lots of kinky loving fun, sexy times, warm squishes good food and a whole LOT of laughter! If I've had the pleasure of meeting you this year, chatting with you online, thank you. It's the sex positive, kinky folk who have really helped me continue putting together the pieces of a pretty broken Charlie. Covid shenanigans and lockdown isolation broke me. I hope it didn't break you quite as much, and I wish all of us much magic to speed our recovery...
kink · 07. December 2021
What does being kinky mean to me? This is the communion I have with my Mistress, Kink.
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