Disclaimer: The musical preferences expressed by the characters in this story are not necessarily those of the author. Make of that what you will. ;) Also, there's some light bondage, emo makeup, and ridiculous dancing. * * * * * "Come on, Evie," my best friend pleads as we sit in my car in the parking lot of Jolly Roger's. "You've been bumming me out...
USS Triton, Thirteenth Fleet Headquarters Stardate 51183.45: Tattok sat behind his desk, staring hard at the image on his desk monitor, grateful that the one on the other side wasn't here in the flesh. "And that's it, Admiral? No apologies, no regrets, no excuses?" The image of Admiral Ian Trenagen was sitting in his own office in the London annex of Star...
Tommy lied in a bed at Wayne Manor, watching Black Canary get dressed. He loved watching her get dressed. First she'd slide on her fishnet stockings, one long leg at a time, pulling them up to her waist. He loved the way they'd stretch over her ass, each nylon square turning into a circle as they stretched against her skin. Then her bustier would come next,...
Chapter Four Information Gathering Zane looked up at the heaving beasts of a pretty blond. Her body trembled from her third orgasm in less than two hours. "Aren't you ever going to come?" Martha asked, coming down from her sexual high. "I'm saving myself for a big one. You're a great fuck, and I want you to wait for me to fill you with my cum. While you...
Literotica edition © 2013 Guy Bailey Rosalinda dragged her fingers down her face as she peered closely into the mirror. She pulled the loose skin taut, stretching the wrinkles and remembering how she looked when she was younger. Age was a constant battle. It had crept up on her lately. She looked all of eighty years old. Her hair was thin and silver in colo...
[This story is an affectionate homage to the late Gene Rodenberry, and to the fine cast of the original TV series "Star Trek". Nothing in this story is to be taken as representing the actual sexuality of any of the actors in real life – it's just meant to be a bit of fun. Any resemblance between characters in this story and the fictional crew of the USS Ente...
Well. This one took awhile to get finished, for which I apologize; if you're reading this, I hope you've read its two predecessors. When this one begins, the intrepid Pixy Pfeiffer has just put herself in the middle of a deafening series of explosions. Let's see what she'll get up to now... * * * Pixy shrank back from the rear bulkhead, her face twisted i...
It was the oddest sensation. I was floating in the air with no apparent support. Above me was a virtual artist canvas, filled with colors that seemed to change as soon as I focused on them. My eyes were drawn to these colors and though I tried to look away from them I was unable to. I was aware of movement around me but I couldn’t see what it was that moved...
"Captain's Log, Stardate 47318.66, USS Surefoot-A, Captain Esek Hrelle, Commanding: following refitting of the patrol vessels on the Federation-Cardassian border, we are now proceeding to the Demilitarised Zone, a less-rigid boundary between our respective governments, where Federation and Cardassian colonies that refused to leave try to get along - with lit...
I was nervous as I made my way up Topanga Canyon Blvd. that Saturday night. I think it's natural to be a bit apprehensive when "Meeting the Folks? but these people were nudists! Of course Justin was raised this way and he was all "No Big Deal." Well, maybe for him. I passed the little "Top O' Topanga" hamburger stand and took the next left. I was halfway ex...