Terry looked through one of the dirty windows of his apartment at a collecting storm that he hoped might wash him away, just so that he might finally have a little peace. On the secondhand night table next to his bed was a bottle of prescription sleeping pills he'd just gotten refilled, and a glass of orange juice. Condensation beaded on the outside of the g...
Eight Number one wife meet two and three. She was waiting at the gate with a surly guard when my limo pulled up, I was out and over to her even as we stopped. "Come on. Let's get you that look over my ship you wanted." I escorted her to the car and climbed in after her, pulling her into my arms as soon as we were seated, a discrete real driver turned his...
"My name is Xavier Ortiz, I am a journalist." I looked at Colonel Rodriguez standing in front of me, it wasn't just the jungle green uniform that scared me or the machine pistol he held so casually, its barrel pointed directly at my forehead, it was the look in his eyes that really had me worried. I could see that he didn't believe me even though he had my p...
Calara stepped out of the armour-equipping frame in the Dojo's armoury and hurried into the corridor, breaking into a jog as she headed for the grav-tube. She'd heard a brief summary of the disastrous confrontation with John's guide from Alyssa, but after discovering that her girlfriend had been injured, all she wanted to do was rush to her side. She leapt o...
Dear Betsy, I have done something terrible. I'm not exactly sure how it will be terrible, but which ever way it turns out I know that terror will follow. As you know (as everyone knows by now) my reaction was purely instinctive and of course immediate. What you may not know is how much less than immediate it actually was. I knew the girl for about three mo...
The air conditioner kept the tractor cab to the same comfort level as my living room in spite of the ninety-five degrees of searing, July heat. I hit the hydraulics to raise the cultivator, made the turn, and lined back up on the next eight rows of soybeans. Another tap on the hydraulic lever caused the gleaming sweeps to bite into the rich, black, Illinois...
The next day, life began to return to its normal state at The Meadows, as the staff labored to remove all traces of the ball. Pieces of furniture were moved back to their original locations, the yards of decorative fabric were taken down and carefully stored for future use, and the huge house was once again cleaned and polished to a sparkling sheen. Steven a...
Ok, folks, here's the next part. Sorry about the delays in between chapters, but the muse is taking this into areas I hadn't thought of yet. More will be on the way soon. * Leeanne sat back at the dinner table, looking calmly at her husband of three years. "You're wrong, Dennis.... the doctor's tests don't lie. I'm as fertile as a field.... it's you that...
The Mitri people depicted in this story are fictional, though fraternal polyandry (brothers sharing a wife) is still practised in highland parts of Asia today, particularly Nepal and Tibet, and the practice was probably much more widespread in ancient times. It is a rational cultural response to the problem of subsistence agriculture in mountainous terrain,...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...