Adam Wolfe looked back at the mountain range, a two-day hike from where he stood now. Still no sign of modern man. Maybe 100,000 years was too far back in time. The Foundation only been given one shot at it. The Earth was not likely to pass that close to a wormhole again for several millennia. No, actually make that more than a hundred millennia in the futu...
This is a story about the demented sex life of my perverted little sister and I. She's 21 years old and I'm only a couple years older, 23. We live together in a flat near the college we both attend. This chapter continues the story from Chapter IV. Chapter V. The Magic Oak Tree Following Sarah's gaze, I let my eyes wander ahead of me and saw the most magn...
When you're a bisexual man, life is most definitely not easy. I feel like the entire Universe is against me and all others like me. The LGBT community hates us bisexual men and it definitely shows. The world is full of straight women and bisexual women who reject us for swinging both ways, and gay men go out of their way to sabotage our straight lives in ord...
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Jack Ramse awoke to pain. Better yet pure agony. The plane had split into sections that dangled together by metal framing. He noticed that much as he realized his predicament. Looking to his right he saw fellow Colonel Ruby Goddard bloody and battered sloped over by her seat belt. In her lap was something he never imagined. His own arm. His own severed arm....
Dad's new car was a Triumph. Actually, it wasn't really new and was not much of a triumph either. He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week's summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time back in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the...
Author's Note: I've tried to create a sandbox for some characters to act out a few ideas I had. Rather than create whole new worlds for each story, I've tried to create an environment where a whole bunch of stuff can happen. The rules of this sandbox borrow quite a bit from contemporary pop-science ideas, such as the Many Worlds ideas in cosmology. These s...
Laura woke up the next morning on her bed, bottomless. She postured up, wondering how she got there. Did she get up and walk to her bed after Dale had fucked her relentlessly? Or did she crawl like Chrissy had the night before? At some point, she began to wonder if it even happened. Her bedsheets were still on the bed. Her tights still lay next to it on the...
As told to Cockatoo, by Esmerelda Molybdenum-4 Sanchez-Smithe * * * * * Back when Chelsea Clinton was America's first openly Lesbian president, it was really fashionable to be gay (or at least bisexual) again, just like it was back in the 'zands. So for eight years, Henrietta and I happened to be in style. Now we're out-of-touch nerdzos again, because thes...
I patted my wife's hand gently. She sniffed and leaned sideways into my shoulder. All around us, the sounds of sniffled tears and murmuring voices. I hadn't known my wife's aunt Christina well, but from the turnout at her funeral, it seemed like she'd been well liked. "Are you holding up alright?" I whispered. "Yeah," Jane said. "I feel bad for some of her...