Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit. * It's kind of difficult to describe an alien catfish/slug's stomach but I'll try. It's like, well. . . years ago I watched this old cartoon, Star Trek I think, the cartoon, not the live one with the weird guy from T.J. Hooker. Well, one episode had the Enterprise get swallowed by this giant cloud thing and the inside looke...
"Hello, honey, I'm home," Allison called. LW poked his head around the corner from the kitchen. "Just a minute, sweetie, the quiche is at a delicate stage. Sit down and rest; I'll be there in a jiffy." Allison sunk down into the sofa and smiled. The busty blonde was looking forward to one of LW's famous foot massages. After a day in 4" spike heels, she coul...
I fucking hate the kids' beach parties. Oh, I love, I mean fucking LOVE my beach house, but my daughter's stuck up friends, their pretentious parents, and general teen drama is more bullshit than anyone should handle. Even now she's eighteen, they're all little douches, or to use more appropriate vernacular, cunts. Notice I didn't say "beautiful" or "loving...
==Appendix 1 - 4== ==Biology of Saurians 101==Appendix 1 Now the Saurians are an egg laying species, their courtship starts when a fertile female meets with a male who is "in season". Male Saurians produce seamen and build it up in an insemination sack. It takes a male one of their years to fill it and become fertile and it is only then he is said to be in...
When Anna first received that box only two days ago, she knew it was unusual, but this? She had no idea it would lead to this. She now had three women under her control, ready to do her bidding at a moment's notice. She had claimed Jennifer and Veronica's apartment, covered it in fur and turned all of their clothes the same. But Anna was not satisfied with w...
Philip Westmont has samhainophobia, the fear of Halloween. So he spends Halloween in his bed, cowering in fear while his flat mates go out to a very interesting Halloween Party. They come back the next morning to tell him all about their adventures. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
Cosmic Girl tugged fiercely against the chains that held her wrists and ankles, but it was no use. The bonds were doubtlessly made of tungsten, the one metal against which her awesome strength was useless. Her captors - whoever they were - obviously knew of her unique vulnerabilities, which also meant that their trap had been intended specifically for her....
Author's Note: This chapter is a little bit longer, went crazy with the length. Whoops. It's worth the length, I promise! * Marcus came into her room, it was around lunch, as she sat around starving. He looked at her naked figure. Draco had forbidden clothes, and she was holding up his rule religiously. When he had come into the room, she looked up expect...
"Oh Cassie! OH CASSIE!" the man said. "You feel so good!" The red haired woman smiled at the man underneath her as she thrust her body into him. Her pelvis collided with his with such force that the office chair almost fell over. She ran her hands up and down the man's body wrinkling the light blue shirt he was wearing. She unbuttoned each button one by one...