Sitting at a small desk in her dorm room during a late evening, you see a beautiful red headed woman working on a project for her freshmen college course. This is Morgan; she's a young industrious woman but she wanted something else in life. Despite being drop dead gorgeous, her body was lithe with very little curves to her and this saddened her. Additionall...
CHAPTER ONE - THE PLEASURE NYMPH. It's funny how in such a modern world, one full of advanced science and technology, that there are things that remain undiscovered. A complete mystery even. You would think a hidden world of magic would be easy to spot, or evidence would have been filmed on at least one of the millions of hand held phones that are carrie...
Moune Agrison stepped off the ship, and looked up at the sky. It was so much different from the one at home. More blue. The breeze on her skin felt weird. It was a sensation she'd only experienced in the artificial garden chambers back home. To be outside without a protective suit was strange. She'd have to get used to it on this planet. It didn't take long...
Tony was out on the high seas. Not another soul could be seen for thousands of miles. He was on a private, 80 foot yacht; that could handle even the roughest of seas. This was exactly what needed, because he was headed for the heart of the Bermuda triangle. The yacht had twin sails that were made up of some of the strongest material. The sails were also fl...
Hey there, I saw some of the positive feedback, some questions like who the hell was Margret, well to answer you the question Margret was the original name for Barbra but ended up hating the name at the end of chapter one. Lewis slowly groaned as he was waking up. The sun was passing through the window, hitting his face. He twisted and turned in the bed. Tr...
This is a work in progress. Please keep that in mind while reading. I'm not so concerned about grammar and spelling as I am about making the plot work. I'm looking for lots of comments so please feel free to write me after you read... P.S. I know you all want another chapter of Mira... But this happened first. You can yell at my muse if you like. I have to...
Douglas Martin wiped the sweat form his brow and surveyed his work as he stood in the middle of his basement. Moving all those boxes from his attic by himself had taken him considerably longer than he wanted and as a result, worked up quite a sweat. Douglas reached under his shirt and brought it to his face to dab at his eyebrows a bit. The basement was sma...
He came from a bottle. No, you heard me right, a real life twenty-first century genie in a bottle found discarded at the side of the road. At first glance, it resembled a phallic, pinkish-peach flower vase. Even the base was like ceramic testicles. I picked it up and even though it was a cool summer morning, nothing like the humid Georgia heat that would com...
Tasmin dug through the bin filled with junk idly, waiting for her boyfriend to finish bargaining for the chest that had caught his eye a week ago. She wished she was still in bed—8 am was obscenely early after closing at the bar the night before. But Jake had been most insistent, and after all the problems they'd been having of late, she'd dragged herself in...
Thank you once again for all the valuable feedback to my other stories. It was going to be a long train journey to the coast, about four hours in all. Andy was going to Newquay in Cornwall to look for business premises; he wanted to relocate and open a cyber-café in the town popular with surfers and families. Part of the train journey ran on the new high-t...