(The following contains scenes of non-consent. Chapter is shorter than normal.) Chapter 8 EARTHSIDE Mini stories of those on earth. Lyle Dane 35 Cum-cow The ships were nearly commonplace for almost a year. Some would be shot down by us, or other military. 90 percent were still escaping with young men from any place that offered little resistance. It t...
The smell of coffee pulled Lira from a dreamless sleep. The bed was still a mess, clothes strewn across the covers, the space where Julian should be empty and cold. 'Julian?' she called out. A moment later, his handsome face appeared around the corner, and she was delighted to see that he was still naked, dressed in nothing but his slippers. She gave him a...
Hello again. Not much going on except I'm following all the riots. That's something. Anyway, I pulled myself away from social media platforms to do a little writing. Which I think is good for my crazy brain. So... Here is the next part of Murry's story. Thanks for reading. ~M.~ From C.M. Moore. *** *Chapter 13* The fun is over. Murry was bent over th...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. As Betty Gregg finished washing her dishes after a solitary but rather pleasant dinner, she heard a gurgle and turned to find herself confronting a giant, slimy slug. Her first thought was, "Oh no! A giant slimy slug!" Her second thought was, "Oh God! Another alien!" And her final thought was "Oh damn! It's making a mess on...
Disclaimer: Everyone in this story is of legal age. ***** I woke up in the darkness. There was a strange rumbling and the smell of antiseptic. I tried to sit up but my wrists were shackled down. As I looked down my body, noticing I had been stripped of my clothing, I saw my ankles were also tied down. I was surrounded by machinery and technology I'd never...
It was that time of year again. Every two to five years, actually. Once a year would have been preferable, but professional obligations kept Aestu tied down to her ship; thankfully unlike some species, her race had quite a bit more control over their mating cycle. In any event, she had now taken leave, donned her old mercenary's outfit - a simple deep teal...
SF (speculative fiction; the category includes science fiction, fantasy, and related genres) has a lot in common with erotica. Both are ridiculously easy to write badly and excruciatingly difficult to write well. Both are widely considered "inferior" by the mainstream literary community, yet actually contain some of the finest literature in existence. (Vonne...
Michael Eastman was on his way home from his last lecture one Friday in late spring. The end of his first year at Free Systems University on the world of Mayana IV was fast approaching and his mind was somewhat preoccupied with upcoming exams. His car was stuck in the driveway while he waited for a new set of fuel cell filters, so he was walking. Not that he...
The night air was warm on Celeste as she lay atop her sleeping bag and stared into the star-filled sky. Space, the source of inspirational fuel to so many, appeared only bleak before her green eyes. The seemingly endless mystery of twinkling stars fueled only maddeningly irritating questions in her mind. Would we ever know if we were alone in the universe? O...
Kimberly came back to her apartment just after midnight still dressed in her snug-fitting nurse's uniform, her dark blonde hair pulled back under her stiff cap. She was used to working late, her position at the hospital was only part-time and the rest of the week she worked nights as a topless waitress in a nearby town to help pay her way through nursing sch...