Of Anna 333 – A Love Triangle For A New Age It is only natural that end of the relationship left a hollow place in Cal's heart. Yet how strange that the elegant device he found in the shop of the Recycler should come to fill it up again. A simple 333 model, Anna had been in domestic service for a long while before ending up here. Reconditioned, and with...
Still soaking wet from the pool, Paul stepped into the sauna, greeted with the familiar scent of heated wood and sterile air. That the condo had its own pool and sauna was definitely a well-appreciated bonus. But Paul was not a social swimmer, but took the exercise very seriously. Waiting until after midnight, he would grab a towel and put on his trunks, th...
It was the spring of 1938 when Giles showed me the bordello. It was, he assured me, no ordinary place of sex. Having lived in Paris all my life, I didn't think there was anything I hadn't already seen or done. But, with conviction, he told me that what I'd find there was unlike anything I could or would expect. Cleverly, he never told me exactly what it was,...
After the night I previously described to you with Sweet, it naturally occurred to me to wonder if he had seduced other men in a similar manner. It may seem silly or naïve, but I honestly had no idea. With some sly delight, this is story Sweet told me. Naturally, to preserve the identity of all involved, I will continue to refer to Sweet as exactly that. He...
He knew where he wanted to go. Already an outcast, Laurentius pressed deeper into the unknown regions of the great swamp, hoping to find some sign, some indication of where the great witches would be. Lordran was the answer, but the path to those forgotten lands was elusive and strange. As long as he kept to the swamps, he was at least in familiar territory,...
When Annabeth first saw Vera come through the front door of the café, she could immediately tell there was something wrong. She was certainly more nervous than usual, which was saying something for a girl that always looked like she was ready to hide in a corner at the slightest provocation. The two had made it a habit ever since they left college to get to...
We've all seem them; an object of nostalgia and whimsy. It is a jewelry box, a place to keep secret and personal things, sitting on the vanity table of a particular kind of woman. There is the lingering hint of some perfume, a subtle reminder of the elegance of it's owner. It is the color of ivory, picked out in silver or perhaps gold, the edges frilled or o...
story inspired by an otherwise worthless bit of internet spam I am something of an old hack when it comes to internet dating. At least some of that expertise lies in my earlier days of blind dating, and my ability to turn even the worst situation into something positive. I am genuinely interested in people, and now that I've begun to make contacts through t...
[another of my internet-spam adaptations] I'm tempted to start off by saying, 'why is it the pretty ones are always insane', but I suspect it has more to do with me than them. I just tend to attract, well, the more fringe personalities. I'm sure it's partly because of the kinds of forums and message boards that I frequent on the net. I also happen to be a g...
I'm sure everyone is familiar with the phrase, 'married, but not buried.' As I can personally attest, even the most faithful husband is not blind to the beauty and charms of other women. The engine that drives male lust tends to run on automatic. At the very least, I offer this as some excuse for what I am about to confess. I do have a roving eye, not to me...