The Science Experiment: The Infiltration Chapter 4 Nearly crushed under the weight of the fifty pound bags of jasmine rice, Robert Sumpter and Steven Puller lay motionless. The truck stopped. Microscopic sensors on the exterior of the truck transmitted sounds and conversations to the earwigs each man wore inside. They were passing through a customs check po...
She asked if I was hungry. "Starving. Squatting and deadlifting make me so hungry." "Me too." Our town was dry, meaning you had to leave the city limits to buy alcohol. She drove us to a small town which was wet. It was a nice day, a welcome break from the heat. We sat outside on a picnic bench. Our waitress brought us a bucket of beers. We ordered hambu...
New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
Sitting bolt upright in bed I take deep calming breaths, my knuckles white as I grip the sheets beneath me. Closing my eyes I rock gently, telling myself repeatedly that it's okay. Still, I feel the headache building, threatening to engulf my skull and crush it in a pounding frenzy. 'Not again,' I whisper as I cup my face to my hands, inhaling deeply as I fi...
I awoke to the familiar sounds of a hospital. The constant "beep beep" of a heart monitor, the smells of disinfectant, the soft noises. I tried to open my eyes but nothing happened. I tried to move and found I couldn't. I tried to open my mouth to call out and found I couldn't move. It was as if I was paralyzed. I lay there and just listened. Soon I was ab...
Haven't been writing much lately, so this will hopefully kick my butt into gear. This the beginning of a story I haven't finished. If you like it, let me know and I'll continue. If not... Usual warnings. Some of what is contained in this story likely isn't a good idea in real life. Use your brains. Literature is literature, no more, no less. * He lay next...
Even the bright Berlin sun seemed to taunt Horace as he was led into the spacious and well tended garden at the rear of Frau Gerda Blucher's grandiose house, its tall impressive walls and mature trees keeping unwanted eyes from viewing the erotic debauchery which regularly took place there. There were many eyes within it that morning however, eyes which had...
Lloyd sensed too late, that something was not quite how it should be, when a smiling Helen returned to the table and simply sat smoking a cigarette without saying a word for several minutes, pulling her chair a little further back with her legs crossed and just studying him with a contented expression. He wanted to ask her what was happening, but somehow he...
This as much an alternate history story as anything else. Details and dates are accurate, with some minor creative liberties. Sex in this chapter happens near the end. Plots are as important to me as the dirty stuff! And everyone's over 18. *** I am Demmus Alfer, and this is my story. I am an exile, duly convicted and sentenced. My crime? I fell in love....
Chapter 2: A Late Night Discussion I don't know how long I sat there. It could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours. Time had no meaning. Looking back I now understand what Joe meant when he said that his mind was in a "loop". That's exactly how it felt. The same thoughts replaying over and over in my head. "It can't be. I don't believe it! How could she?" After...