Early the next morning, memories of naked Diane spun fresh in my mind, and dreams of her mysterious sister Hannah haunted my consciousness. They were only dreams of Hannah, because I still could not place her. None of the current women who worked at the Lodge had hair the color of lemons, dandelions, or yellow crayons. She was the enigma that I owed Diane to...
"What are you dreaming of Big Sister?" The alien girl known as Briar speaks through her host body, that of young Abigail Spencer. Mere hours ago the alien seedling of the World Tree admitted to being part of a dimensional offshoot of Gaea herself. Each world had its own version. For Briar the new world she occupies is very confusing. It had for a very long...
Chapter 13 - Apologies, wishes, and babies Willow Mendez knocked on the door of the large home. This was her second visit. It was Saturday and another warm day, almost nine months after what The Courier newspaper internally called the Atkins Incident - an unfortunate set of events that ended up costing the paper several million dollars. She'd parked on the...
Summary: Aiden Hunt struggles with memories of war and grapples with his emotions as his Valkyrie is taken away from him. *** "I really would like to know where you're dragging me," Aiden said, struggling not to fall over as he tripped over his boots. He continued to be dragged forward by the arms as he struggled to regain his balance. "And would one of yo...
Valtegan homeworld When the hyper drone from the First Fleet arrived the general staff quickly downloaded the data before sending the hyper drone back. They imported the data into the central display. Compared to the displays on the General's battle ship this was massive. It was easily 40' around and the chamber it was in was massive. It could easily contai...
As you enter the darkened room, you notice the sound of cicadae chirping in the top of trees, the air smells of forest, fresh after a rain yet, earthy of leaves and moss. I tell you take off your clothes, lie on the table and cover your middle with a towel. As you hesitantly obey, you hear birds singing counterpoint to the drone of cicadae. You lay on th...
No, I really don't feel guilty about the whole thing. Actually, I think I performed a public service--I mean, I know better than to expect a medal or anything, but at least someone should acknowledge that I was right and that they were wrong. If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else, and the whole thing could have gone far worse. Those people sh...
"And the award for 'Most Prolific Male Swinger' goes to...!" The tension is so thin, it's anorexic. Onstage, monumental statues of gleaming cocks reach toward a ceiling higher than Ken Kesey. The female MC ― clad in a dress made of used condoms ― clutches a 28 inch Thuringer Sausage, centered between a pair of balls, each the size of a fully-grown human br...
A presenter walks onto the stage from stage-right wearing a form-fitting white t-shirt and black jeans, he waved to the cheering crowd as they roared. "Well if that wasn't a warm welcome I don't know what is, " he quipped as the cheers died off. "My name is Jordan Fox, I am the Chief Robotics Engineer at General Atomics." James took a pau...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 30). This story c...