Disclaimer: This story is the longest I have written, and I caution that it is a long read before the first sexual action takes place. I tried to devote a lot of space to character, setting, and narrative development, and I hope that you will appreciate that for the purpose of creating a quality, interesting plot surrounding the sex. If that's not what you'r...
Prologue: In the year 2129, the 100th celebration of the end of cheap oil was celebrated. During the preceding 100 years, society, laws, and even whole ways of life were changed. * It all started in 2029, when Excon struck the last of the cheap oil pockets deep within the Atlantic Trenches. When the announcement was read across the globe, riots broke out...
Here I was, fifty years old and in college. Quite a life change. I never intended to end up here, but life has a way of bouncing you around like a pinball when it takes the urge. I had a good job in middle management with a company that had employed me nearly thirty years ago. The economy tanked and dragged us down with it. In eighteen months we had downsi...
Doing a skip-run after his feet hit the ground as he exited the diesel shuttle bus toward the electric trolley bus at the end terminal at Woodman and Patterson, George knew the trolley wouldn't leave him, but he hustled just in case it might. The shoulder strap of the guitar's gig bag slipped down his arm and he made a wild-ass grab to keep from dropping it...
"Someone has an appetite!" "The best thing about the end of wrestling season is being able to eat again," her son said. "You look too skinny when you're wrestling," his mom said. That wasn't actually true, because even at 174 pounds, her son was anything but skinny. He was in perfect shape, and his body was both ripped and shredded. Staying at or below...
SUREFOOT: OUBLIETTE "Counselor's Log, USS Surefoot-A, Stardate 55082.18, Commander Kami Hrelle, Recording: while the ship engages in its usual -- and unusual -- routine, the cadets are preparing to take their final exams today. The collective tension and anxiety among them at this time is, to say the least, palpable, and we are endeavouring to alleviate thi...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." This is in LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. In this case, the story stands well enough on its own, but it is very much a part of the series. I typically don't...
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All right, all you lawyers, students of the law, or just plain nitpickers, listen up. I don't know shit about law, I drive a forklift for a living. The part of writing fiction I love is just that, it's fiction. I don't know if Alabama even has a three strike law, but for the sake of this story it does. Read it as what it is, escapism. .......................
-XII- "Next, please." came Valentine's voice, as she sat in the operating theatre alongside her friends. She had her special book open in her lap, with a plethora of notes begun. On the left side, she had a list of characters with space to write their eventual portrayer alongside. Only three names were listed. Her own, Blackmore's, and Annie's. Though Annie...