About Mark Graham

A programmer and an amateur writer learning to spread his wings.

Esssssential Oilsssss

I know I shouldn’t answer my phone when I don’t recognize the number calling and I don’t recognize the name I’d saved with it.  I don’t know who “Terry” is and I usually have a pretty good memory for people.


I shouldn’t answer it but I do, holding the phone to my ear as I stare at my spreadsheet.  It’s mid-morning Sunday and the office is almost completely empty.  I don’t need to be here but I’m near the bottom rung of the ladder and pulling extra work is the only way I know how to move up.  I think I can see a way to-



Solo Play Ch. 02

“Olivia!” came a whispered shout.  “Olivia, you have to see this!”


Olivia sighed, adjusting her glasses before standing from her desk.  She stretched, raising to her tip-toes before walking around the small partition of her cuble.  Nodding, she smiled at Joseph across the way and then stepped into Sandra’s cubicle.


“I have a meeting in a minute,” the girl chided her coworker.  “What is it?”


“Look, look!  It’s soooo adorable!”  Sandra told her.


A small video played on the monitor.  In it, a long plastic sheet was laid out on vibrant grass and a hose sprayed water along its length. 


A man sees a young woman in his reflection and his own changes begin.

This is a gift story for the amazing Cluedog (https://www.deviantart.com/cluedog) loosely based upon the image here: https://www.deviantart.com/cluedog/art/Changed-872410114

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A low buzz filled the restaurant, accompanied by the clink of silverware against bone china plates.  


Todd stood by at the end of the bar to survey the tables, but, more importantly, to watch the hostess and the doorway beyond.


The hostess was a sight to behold with black slacks that outlined her hips and ass tight enough to show a gap between her thighs. 

Solo Play Ch. 01

A young woman enjoys some time alone with her curse.

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

“No, I love you,” Olivia said, wrinkling her button nose at her husband.  She held her phone directly in her hands.  Her legs were crossed and her thick comforter covered her lap.  Beneath the blanket she wore only her white panties.  She’d stolen her husband’s Captain America t-shirt and her nipples pressed against the cotton fabric.


“I should be home in about an hour if everything goes well,” her husband told her.  His face filled her phone’s screen and he scratched at the beard he was starting to grow.

Counting Sheep

“It never works,” Ally said, twisting in her bed.  She wore fleece pajamas pants and a buttoned top while laying in her friend’s bed.


“Trust me, I do it all the time!” Jennifer said from the floor next to her.  She lay on a spare blanket with another covering her.  Her pajamas were silk – a luxury she paid for with her own money.  “My mother got me into it when I was little.  She always thought it was hilarious but swore it would help.”


“It’s just dumb,” Ally told her.  “A kid’s thing.”


“I’ll start,” Jennifer said. 

Alley Dog

He stroked her back as cars splashed past the alley where they both stood. She looked at him with a drunken smile and her hands against the wall of the club.  They’d danced and drank and she whispered to him with her hand on his cock until he led her outside.  


“Gonna take me home?” she asked as he leaned into her, kissing the rain from her shoulders.


“No,” he told her while he ran his hands along her body, squeezing her breast and slipping fingers down the shorts she wore.


“Hey,” she laughed, pushing gently back against him. 

Fractured Light

The lone tower sat amidst an eerily silent clearing.  The thief knelt, hidden behind blackened trees as she watched for movement.  


Moonlight streamed down, the lines of silver highlighting lazily floating wisps.  Reaching down, the thief placed two fingers against the charred earth at the edge of the clearing.  The ground was brittle, as if the earth itself was a giant scab surrounding the tilted tower.


The thief rocked back, carefully pulling her dappled gray and green hood back to expose shoulder-length brown hair.  She wrinkled her nose at the harsh smell surrounding her.  It was alien to her and the closest she could place it was rotten oil mixed with a sharp, electric taste. 

Horse. Pussy.

Innocence dies in the face of rule 34.


I’ve resisted the urge to contribute so far.  Using my powers for good, you could say.  But corruption is inevitable – all it takes is a tiny push.  And then another.  And another.


I’m strong, though.  Mostly.


Spring break and I have the dorm room to myself.  My roommate is off spending time with her family and my course load is pretty minor at the moment.  I don’t even have to work a real job so I can sit here, being lazy while bingeing Netflix and playing video games.


Honestly, really lazy. 

Her First Clutch

Tainted eggs bring about strange changes and new urges.

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

Jan held the receiver against her ear, waving at her coworker as she answered the company’s phone.


“Tellus Technologies, how may I direct your call?” she asked, watching while Linda, the head of the accounting department, stepped up to the front desk.  “Yes, please hold.”


“Jan, I remembered to bring them before I left!” the portly woman said.  Although she ran her own department, she was down-to-earth and a little ‘out there’ compared to the other executives.  Rather than their dreary gray suits, the older woman wore a bright red Christmas sweater with Santa Claus driving his reindeer across a white sky.


A shy young woman stumbles into a magical store where she buys an anklet that increases her self-confidence but it comes with hidden side effects that soon become very physical…

Please see the wonderful art the commissioner commissioned here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41866778/ from the talented Gala!

An old commission I finally finished!

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The pen rolled, pulled between Victoria’s lips when she pushed her bottom lip forward.  It spun again when she drew her lip back.  She breathed through her nose, blinked and twirled the pen forward, idly enjoying the repetitive action while her eyes scanned the monitor in front of her.