Chapter Twenty Earth - 3753 C.E. "I'd almost forgotten why we were here," admitted Paul when the holographic message arrived for him at the hotel in the heart of the Amazon Jungle where he'd been staying with Beatrice. "It's been such a long time since we heard anything about the mission." Professor Wasilewski's image flickered against the window through w...
"We're almost there now." Anne guided her car expertly through the lanes of the sleepy Norfolk village where she'd grown up and learnt the joys of country life. Brian, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, felt distinctly nervous -- a fact betrayed by his sweaty palms. They'd met at university in Cambridge some weeks earlier and now he anticipated with qui...
The Olympus day was dawning, soon it would warm up. I went over to Ben's diner to get something to eat. I had just finished my meal when Talla turned up with a folder in her hand. She sat down, ordered a beer and handed me the papers. "We are agreed," she said, "the ship is suitable for what we need. Pedro is unhappy with the communications equipment. He ha...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * In the western desert, near the north coast of Africa, lies the city of Marrakesh. Two hundred years ago, the peace-loving people of this region were conquered by a radical sect that believed in a single, all-powerful god. This inscrutable deity forbade all forms of sexual pleasure. Sinners were regularly denounced...
I knew the marriage I had thought was happy and as close to perfect as one could be was over as soon as I heard that phrase come out of Sylvia's mouth. You guys know the one I am talking about. "Honey, we need to talk." Sylvia said to me that fateful Wednesday afternoon as soon as I entered the living room upon my return from work. She was sitting in the o...
The trio entered into a small room which had another door facing them. This other door was opened and they could see the immensity of the other room through this door. The minute they entered the small room, the door behind them slid shut noiselessly. There was nothing else to do now except to walk toward the opened door. It was clear to Vincent that they...
Inhaling deeply, Ameelia felt the giddy, woozy wave she had come to know and adore so much wash throughout her whole body, making everything warm, her head fuzzy and numb, and her pussy tingle and quiver. She had been cultivating it -- slowly, gently, keeping it well watered and fertilised and constantly attended to by her soft, nurturing hand -- for months...
The title of this story suggests the content may be violent or involve mainly non-consensual sex. It does not. Most of my stories explore feelings, relationships and morals, and so does this one. It was supposed to be a short story, but I seem to have difficulty letting go of characters. ***** 'Mrs Beauchamp, your horse is ready.' Agnes heard her butler...
Your soft hair cascades fragrance that surpasses the most intelligent flowers, sometimes-wild naturals other times hybrids designed by human intelligence; unleashing taster-glimpses of the ideas within. Your forehead is a flowerbed of insight, sometimes wrinkled with furrows and deep thoughts. Your eyes are naughty olives wrapped in delicate petal eyelids. Y...
Twenty minutes later Margaret fumed as she saw her brother casually wander down the steps of his townhouse. Looking like a beach bum as always, she could only shake her head. Whatever was she going to do with him. She loved her brother, and it was obvious that he was smart and successful, but to her his life seemed completely out of control. The quintessenti...