You raise your hand to shield your eyes from the sun, not accustomed to the tropical climate. Your snow-pale skin and waistlong blonde hair stand as testament to that fact. Still, you have no doubt that your skin will stand impervious to the sun’s rays, refusing to tan or burn just as it has your whole life. Your impossibly light skin tone has gotten you qui...
Everyone who worked with Andy said he was a regular guy, good to know, friendly, happy and pretty normal in a boring sort of way. He'd do all the things workmates do, meet up to go out for a colleague's birthday, talk about sport or the news or the latest celeb gossip and go out for a beer after work - unless it was a Friday which was the one odd thing abou...
What happens when a repressed slut leaves home, goes to college in the big city and gradually becomes the complete nympho she's always wanted to be? Well, that's what I'm here to write about. I've turned into a complete fucking whore over the last year and I have no regrets about it. Not yet, anyway. Here's what you should know about me. Molly Roxxoff is no...
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Holly woke as the persistent buzzing of her alarm. At 5am it reminded her that even though it was a Saturday and she had no television commitments, she was due at a fashion photo shoot in town by nine o'clock. She silenced the alarm and cursed herself silently for ever agreeing to the booking and made a mental note to instruct Rachel to give Saturday booking...
Who was Ms. Mazarine? She was a quiet, focused woman. She was a handler for what was likely the most prestigious 'spy' company in the world. She could type at 120 words per minute while humming Mozart's 9th symphony in C major, and she was on a high-protein diet that lent itself almost beautifully to her physical appearance. Mazarine wasn't a shy woman,...
Splicing was just a fact of modern life these days. In the early days splicing was something edgy and bizarre, the exclusive to the wealthy and eccentric. Now it was as routine as tattoos and body piercings. Most mutagens fell into two categories, corrective and cosmetic. Corrective fixed genetic deficiencies, such as nearsightedness or less than stellar in...
"Fishback, you're next." Wearily, I stood up and trudged to the door of the chamber. There was no need to rush. My masters never bothered to train me for punctuality, the fans liked a good dramatic pause, and, after all, I was in no hurry to reach my destination. As I trudged to the airtight door, I glanced ruefully up at a poster on the slick, clean white...
Part 4: Love and War Twin Gun had been eyeing Memnos and Electron for weeks now. At first, Scourge had thought her upset at the flagrant attack on the social order of the team. He expected her to tally up the proof until she had an air-tight case against them. The thought made Scourge almost giddy with anticipation. It wasn't that he had anything in par...
Author's Note: This is part four in a vampire erotica series - complete with all the tropes associated with that genre (mesmerism, blood, mild violence). If you are disturbed by these, please do not read further. This series is more story than sex, so if you're looking for a quick romp, this probably isn't for you. Indigo Ink -- Part 4 *** Ink followed Si...