Gaius Baltar was being held prisoner on a Cylon Basestar. All he could remember seeing since leaving New Caprica was the inside of one little room which consisted of a bed, chair, and coffee table. He was under constant surveillance by a Centurion (Cylon robot killing machine) which did not respond to anything he said and refused to let him pass. The truth...
Obviously, I don't own Star Trek, it's characters, copyrights, or settings. This is protected parody/fan fiction. * I was in the mood for soft and warm. Whatever bastard was out there selling defective holo-fairytales to the underage had had me running around like a Klingon with an unbloodied blade, five minutes before the end of battle. Ordinarily I woul...
I invited, Sam my neighbour's teenage son around today. I had a proposition for him. I also wanted to fuck him senseless. I was definitely lusting after the boy. It was a hot day so we both stripped of and drank lemonade by the pool. The application of sun block on our bodies was very sensuous and Sam's cock was vertical. He is very well endowed and I was ac...
ENGINE IDLE-Karl Christian von Kluge was a happy man. He was a blond, blue-eyed handsome youth of twenty whose features embodied his beloved Fuhrer's Aryan ideals. A former Hitler "Jugend" member, he was now a zealous party man and an ambitious "Leutnant" in Hermann Goering's Luftwaffe. He was proud to have been decorated personally by the Field Marshall aft...
Arriving earlier, it had aroused little suspicion. A sealed case containing a DVD with a pleasant flower logo, addressed to the Head of the Network. En route, it passed through the token security device, before landing in its intended recipient's inbox. Mildly intrigued, both by its anonymity and the archaic format on which it was presented, he wasted only...
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. — Sam Keen * We both had been gasping to fill our lungs barely an hour before, our sweat drenched bodies slick with lust, minds and hearts as one, collapsed into ourselves. Now I stirred to find her removing my shoes and trousers. I feebly tried to wave...
"You see, they used to have things called Laundromats," Two said. "Laundromats?" "Yeah, womens would come and wash their clothes, their shirts, their pants, their skirts and yeah, they'd also wash other things. Soft things... bras and mmm, panties." "Bras and panties too?" "Exactly," Two replied. "Yeah, all you had to do was watch, be quick and you could...
Perhaps I have been living in a delusional world and no one bothered to tell me. The fact remains that when I purchase a book with the lofty title of "The Best American Erotica 2005", edited by Susie Bright, I expect the stories to titillate at least or arouse at most. Sadly, this was not the case for me. I will not argue my point with all the people out th...
Imagine yourself, for a moment, in the half-light of evening, standing in the cozy cabin of a luxury yacht...the warmth of little delectable morsels radiating from your soft belly, as I slowly lower your top from your shoulders, my firm hands massaging your arms and chest into relaxation, as the garments fall away.... The natural ease of my touch makes you...
(Preface: too many drinks and willing wives with toys led to a wild evening while on vacation in Phoenix) Having finished our first ever group masturbation session with my wife, her sister and brother in law, we sat there enjoying the view. Dawn, with her butterfly still buzzing, Jill with her rabbit still in her wet pussy were a sight. Sam and I were now...