As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. Also for the speed in which they both turn around the chapters of this story. As I often play around with a story after they have read it, I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. * * * * * Chapter 5...
I was surprised when she pulled off her full-face helmet and I could see her beautiful green eyes. That's the thing about riding snowmobiles, you really don't know who you're riding with until you can see their face. The whole point of the gear is to keep every inch of skin covered from the cold. When she pulled the balaclava from her head and long, blonde h...
The three other fighters and I crouched on the top of a low apartment building, overlooking the town square. Yesterday, a statue of Olga the Invincible had stood there. She was a hero of this country; she unified the kingdom of Ucieczka at the dawn of the feudal age, saving it from centuries of discord and bloodshed. Now, her statue was destroyed; even the r...
Her heeled boots beat out an urgent tattoo on the sidewalk. She was on her way home from her weekly session with her drama coach. She felt pleased with herself, Gary, her coach, had stopped her only twice in the run through of her pieces for the following week’s examination. Hurriedly she made her way through the dark rain swept night, darting from street la...
Rubies are Red. Part 20. Paul It was past midnight before we finally managed to find a taxi to take us to our hotel. The airport was full of people. Some looked to be carrying all their worldly possessions with them. The pilot had informed us just before landing that reports were coming through of renewed fighting south of the capitol. I wish he had told...
It was about eight and the sun was gliding behind the horizon as she slipped on her heels and admired her outline in the mirror that hung at the end of her bed. Her dress sat tightly but comfortably against her hips and clung to her thighs, her stockinged legs shone in the reflected light of the candles on her dresser. The modestly scooped neckline showed of...
Personal Assistant Brooklyn, New York 20 minutes into the future To Eva, the workshop reminded her of her father's workstation in the UnitedFutures San Francisco basis of operation. There were no clear surfaces and everything seemed to either hum, whir or buzz. She stood near the door with a briefcase in hand, dressed in a smart black business suit. Her a...
"Have another one," the voice cried and the farmers' son felt a cool beer pushed into his hand. He squinted, trying to make out the outline of the person who had given it to him but it could be any of the dozen people celebrating his eighteenth birthday with him. He fell slightly to the side as he leant on the bar and groaned, putting the glass to his lips....
The fourth installment of Mrs Jizm. I think there will be just one more chapter after this one. I deliberated about which category to submit this piece too - it could, perhaps, have found a home in Fetish. There's a latex outfit in it (Mrs Jizm's naturally), and a lot of references to semen ... come ... jizm ... As before, I hope the reader enjoys it. If y...
* Dedicated to Kim and Lexi who seem to love this series * Stephanie grasped the handle of the seat as the plane started to descend. She was tired. It had just been one screw-up after another. First, her seminar had dragged on and on so she didn't have time to go back to the room to freshen up. It was a good thing she had packed all of her things that morn...