Interlude Pete pressed closer. "No, lower..." she whispered, "your upper lip ... just under your nose ... press that against my pubic bone." Pete paused, licked his lips, and looked up at her. "What?" Chloe took a breath. "You almost had it. Press your upper lip against me, only lower ... so that you can just barely breathe ... you'll feel my pubic bo...
For the first time ever Colin found himself in a line to enter the Steam Tunnels. He wondered why, it was a popular place to drink but never to the point that a queue had taken form. For a brief moment the scene reminded him of the cafeteria in junior high, when Gavin would try to (subtly) prod him to read the lunch lady's mind and find out what the mystery...
Author's note: This vignette is the result of a challenge thread about Time Travel. The possibility of a chain story has been discussed and still may occur. In the meantime, some of the authors have posted a few stories within the theme and if you like the premise, look for them in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy stories. This particular snippet has no real erotic conten...
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After just a week, Buttercup was fully adjusted to working as a prostitute bot. There wasn't even a concern of getting a STD due to the suit coating him inside and out, keeping him protected from anything. The suit always made him feel warm and tingly, and the constant edging was very enjoyable; even if he had only cum once since being here. His balls were f...
Chapter Four: The End Max Middleton, head of both the Special Products Division and the Special Operations Unit was using his Omni to communicate with Will Faraday. Will's Tactical Response Squad was systematically searching The Movement's Command Centre where it was obvious that a pitched battle had occurred. Will held up the head of Simon Wilson, the uno...
Bella leans back in her computer chair with a smug smile on her face. "Eat it, boys!" She says in her headset, taunting the other players as she watches her exploits in the play of the game. A bunch of her teammates tease their opponents about losing to a girl, but one guy with an obnoxious voice calls her out. "She's not even a real girl. She...
Was ich erzählen will hat begonnen an einem völlig unspektakulären Dienstag im Spätsommer 2001. Auf der Strecke zu meiner Arbeit und zurück musste ich jeden Tag durch eine Seitenstrasse eines kleinen Dorfes. In einem kleinen Häuschen an der Dorfstrasse lebte ein älterer Mann, etwa Mitte sechzig, nach wie vor nicht unattraktiv. Jeden Morgen und jeden Abend ha...
Chapter 5: Sunday, Continued - More Pool Play, a Hint of Spurs, & Little Black Dresses I turned away from my sputtering pal and her equally shocked uncle, towing along with me the Adele-Bot - or 'Estelle', as I'd rather hastily renamed her. She still wore a face like a wet Wednesday. Obviously, recent developments were not computing. I'd forgotten how late...
Special Thanks to my Editor who made this readable: Gravinaux Ch. 01: The Beginning Peter pulled into the near empty parking lot at work. He was one of the people who arrive at work earlier than most. The asphalt was damp from dew or from a light rain the night before. The large modern building before him had a surreal appearance like a presence. It looked...