Pansessualismo, cioè riconoscere nell'istinto sessuale l'origine e la causa primaria del comportamento degli individui. Istinto, tendenza innata. Impulso, sollecitazione interiore più forte della ratio, della ragione. Ma è proprio necessaria questa prefazione? Forse no, perché le manifestazioni sessuali, che iniziano alla nascita, sono quelle maggiorment...
Note: This series uses characters from 3DX artist Dizzydills. However, it is not set in any of his storylines. Feel free to treat it as a fan work or as an independent story. Thanks to Bianca Rose for editing this story. ***** Part 1: Pirate Raid Sasha Freelane wasn't a day away from the Solar System before things got silly. She was listening to some...
Okay, so here is the next chapter and let me say, I put in a good amount of background info. Let me know how accurate I am if you can. The Unexpected Interest epilogue is still in the works and seems to be going on track as far as my time crunch goes. But that could all change if I get too caught up one day and don't have much time to work on it. But enjoy a...
Chapter 4 Captive Spy The basic script revolved around Cindy as a spy. She goes undercover as party help and used the opportunity to locate secrets from the diplomats and arms dealer at a party. She was caught and tortured. I play the scumbag arms dealer and of course Cindy was the spy. In this film we had several extras and some small participation by oth...
"What's going to happen to her Maurice?" Chessa asked. "I don't know Chessa. But what I do know, is that she didn't kill that girl and she won't be going to jail for something she didn't do. I'm going to make sure of that." "You promise?" Francessca asked softly. "Baby, I'm not going to let anything happen to our girl. Ok?" "Ok." "Now I have to go. I...
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about previous chapters of this story. Thank you to Margaret who proofread for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ~ellie "I need to get away for a few days," Peri said watching Pete as he filled in her chart. "My face is almost better, and my shoulder seems fine." He turned to look at h...
Major Barbara was dead before she hit the ground; the .50 caliber slug passing through her Kevlar helmet, helmet liner, skull and brain tissue as easily as a swallow's darting flight. First Lieutenant Zoe ducked behind the charred hulk of a Honda, hearing muffled sobs behind her as Kay Company sought cover in Las Cruces' ruins. 'Must be Tech Sergeant Nancy'...
===== DAY EIGHT ===== ===== (evening) ===== It was only one hour later that I woke up, but I felt like I had slept for twelve. I sat up in the bed, rubbing my eyes. Over a nearby chair was draped a set of clothes, black pants and a white shirt, and a note. I slid off the silk sheets and picked up the note, observing that the outfit of choice was a set of...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Author's Note: Feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is always helpful to authors. Please vote and provide your comments! Regards, Average Bear * "Wrong again, Mr. Barry!" jeered Tiffany Criswell, interrupting the teacher's chemistry lecture, "they're INVERSELY proportional, not DIRECTLY proportional!" David Barry began to once again seethe...