It was dusk on the planet Naboo. The jungle came alive with a thousand insects around the Pampamala grove, sacred to the Gungan race, and the huge resort Senator Jar Jar Binks built glittered in the fading light as the interior illumination grew to compensate. The sacred Pam Pam trees stood over a thousand Gujaks high: their leaves were highly prized by the...
This fanfic is based on an idea given in Agents of SHIELD season 4- a steamy relationship between two SHIELD agents, Natasha Romanoff and Daisy Johnson/Skye/Quake. The story name comes from the name of the ship- a combination of Black and Quake. Get it? This takes place during Season 3 of Agents of SHIELD and after the events of Captain America: Civil War. S...
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...
All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo This is part 10 of a longer work, "Brick House," and includes chapter 12. It does not include erotic content, but many other chapters do. It is included for the convenience of readers interested in the larger story. * Thanksgiving break rolled around and Kate and I embarked on our separate vacations. I was to spend the...
The two women were in a dim book-lined office after hours. The executive and the scientist: each had a power the other envied. Both were beautiful, of course. Both made up, hair back and dressed well. Neither accenting their sex with their dress, both serious women. The scientist with thick-framed glasses, red hair and green eyes. The businesswoman blonde an...
The accumulated weight of 33 years worth of trying to be the perfect daughter, wife, mother and Christian woman suddenly seemed to be lifted from Leslie Griffen's shoulders as she sprawled out on the couch, gasping to replenish her breath. Everything around her was cast in a hazy hue and the only thing she could really make out clearly was Sylvan's lean, tow...
"That's just what I wanted to hear!" Lt. Yar had spoken that line on Stardate 41209.3443. Somewhat later, she approached me on the Starship Enterprise and averred firmly, "It never happened." It was commensurate with the latter event that Natasha Yar instructed me to delete any memories I had beginning with Stardate 41209.3443 through Stardate 41209.6630....
Chapter 9 The bright night sky was painted with the storm twirling gales of snow under the bright moon. Talyis stood baffled, watching Novak run through the gardens to the stables. The blanket of snow scattered as he ran. The cool air crackled with tension. The celebration within the castle halted when the two watchmen came in yelling, "Attention! Stop th...
My name is Carla Brett. I'm a professor of Criminal Psychology at Carleton University in the great city of Ottawa, Ontario. A six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. Curvy and voluptuous, sensual the way only a Celtic goddess can be. And I'm a sharp mind too. You'll soon discover why. A lot of people find my view of the world to be strange, ev...
I woke up to the sound of someone crying. Not good. I opened my eyes, saw black and remembered that I was sleeping over at Karin's, in Amsterdam. She was in her single bed. I was on a camping mat on the floor next to her. I unzipped my sleeping bag half-way, wormed my way out of it and sat up. I could make out a few things in the dark, but not much. Her bed...