This is a continuation from 'Be Careful What You Wish For'. It was originally supposed to be a one-off, but I thought it was too hot to leave! This one has some heavy BDSM elements, and has some pretty dark themes, so if that's not your thing then maybe skip this one. But if it sounds like your thing, then enjoy! :) All the characters are over 20 in...
NOTE: This tale was intended as a fantasy counterpart to 'Husks'. As such there is much ado about slugs and in general intimate creepiness that might not be everyone's cup of tea. * Queen Saphise drifted among the black foliage of her woods, its mists clinging to her voluptuous physique like a second skin. Tresses white as snow trailed behind each graceful...
They lowered her, bound so that her arms pressed tightly against her back, feet-first into the pit. She staggered for a moment when she touched the bottom, regaining her balance awkwardly without the use of her arms. She cried out for help, knowing full well that none would come. She was far from home, far from help, and an untold number of miles deep beneat...
It had been raining forever. I sat in my car all night trying to watch the warehouse where my target was supposed to be. All I ended up watching was a thick sheet of rain. If I strained hard enough, I could just make out the light above the door. It didn't do much more than deepen the shadows but I could at least see the door open in case someone, anyone, ca...
A sequel to 'Red Circles' 1 Dalia slowly roused herself from sleep as the sunlight streamed through the curtains onto her. It was a joy not to have the alarm break into a dream for once, and to be able to feel the softness of the double bed, to be able to stretch out and reach... But of course there was nobody beside her. Just a space bounded by cool sati...
Wiping his broad sword on the giant's beard he spat and called his horse. The stallion cantered to its master. He carefully sheathed the blade in a wolf pelt scabbard and slung it on his back, looked at his watch and swung on the beast, spurring it on. The giant's carcass lay on the desolate moor like a broken massive shell as V Bane rode off, furs flapping...
Count Douchefuck of I'mAnAsshole was as true to his name as I expected. I tried to not let my distaste show on my face as we whisked above the landscape in his personalized scout-form until I remembered pretty much all of his psi talent was currently being used to keep us suspended telekinetically in the air. Realizing that, I started sticking my tongue ou...
As if someone had flipped a switch, what I could dream up was now reality. I remembered hearing people talk of what it was like to trip on mushrooms or acid. Walls with paint blistering and running off, talking animals, seeing someones face turn into an orange. It was probably the number one reason why I never had a desire to do more than smoke a joint. I ne...
Under New Management (Friday Night, Continued) Once Candy returned to tie up the mad Doctor and his assistant who, together, were responsible for vulcanizing us, I tried to focus on what to do next. We had some major stuff to nail down. Here we were, seven girls thrown together by chance, our bodies transformed into shapes that were (in my newly found opin...
Dey didn't look away from the mass of computer components – and as DuBois stood and looked smug, she started to go through everything she knew about AIs to try and figure out what the fuck was going on. Generally speaking, there were three kinds of AI. Four, if you were a science fiction writer or fan (and Dey, being someone who grew up in a world with alien...