A big "Thank you" for bikoukumori, ninja editor! Also, a huge thanks to all you readers out there. Seeing you enjoy what I'm dreaming up is a massive boost. Keep the feedback coming! As usual, there's only adults playing here, and... oh, damn. Yes, this time it's serious. #8 On the run "You want me to what," the man across from me asked, his voice tippin...
Chapter Four Godwin - 3749 C.E. Once again Paul had failed to notice the time passing while he'd been working in the laboratory. He couldn't be at all sure when he glanced at the clock on the wall with its antiquated twelve-hour period clock whether it was ten o'clock in the evening or ten o'clock in the morning. It would be a trivial matter to find out f...
Camille's transport brought her to her door, which recognized the transponder implanted under her skin at birth and opened for her. As she entered her apartment, light intensified to her preferred level of brightness, her favorite music poured from invisible speakers, and the telewall in the parlor flickered to life on the station she most preferred. In the...
Author's notes: Hi guys and thanks for your patience. It was quite the labourous birth, but this is the first of three new chapters which will go up in rapid succession. As always, huge thanks to bikoukumori for a super-fast and thorough edit job. Only adults having fun here. A word of warning, this story contains sex with a futanari. If you don't know wha...
Sellsword Ch. 07 - The Avatar Kal-Sorak stood much as they had left it. A town typical of it's time and place. Old stone building, none higher than two floors, lined cobbled streets, streets too narrow for two wagons to pass each other. A wagon was rattling over those cobblestones, between the buildings at the edge of town. Garth, the sellsword, was in the...
'Thylisa, this is..' 'Iovane...' Thylisa finished the awkward introduction. 'Welcome be, blessed Avatar. I have waited many seasons for this opportunity.' Iovane bowed gracefully, keeping her eyes locked on Thylisa's. There was a dangerous look in those eyes. Thylisa found that she could not move. She could only stare blankly into those cold, unnatural orb...
#3: Cat at the Cradle Author's note: A huge "Thank You" to bikoubumori, for slicing through the tangle of errors I made, leaving a much better story behind. There's only adults in this story, and no artificial intelligences have been harmed. And also please note that this story contains a little bit of m/m play, which may or may not turn you off, dependin...
I don't know why I bet on things I know nothing about. I hate football but a few years ago I lost a bet with my husband on the Super Bowl. I thought that Denver would destroy Seattle while my husband, a Raiders fan didn't really care one way or another. "As a Raiders fan I hate both teams equally," my hubby Ed explained. Well stupid me picked Denver and E...
"Hand me the chips," Elliot said from the other end of the couch. Mark grabbed the bag in his palm and tossed it over to this friend. The two young men were sitting on a couch in a dimly lit room. Bright streams of sunlight peeked through the blinds providing the only light other than the bluish glow from the television. The room smelled of stale food and...
What am I? Man, God or Monster? Messiah, Impostor or Savior? Those are the questions I've been asking myself lately. I thought I knew who I was. Jacob LeJeune. Son of Samson and Evelyn LeJeune of Boston, Massachusetts. A Haitian-American student enrolled at Wilkinson College. A decent Volleyball player. A lover of Japanese comics, especially anime. That's me...