Why me, Nicolas Raze thought as he trudged back to stuck car. He was annoyed with himself. who wouldn't be for thinking what he did. She's a child, he told himself sternly, that means off limits to you. Not completely said his labido. Shut it you man whore, he told it with a frown. Great now he was talking to himself, damn he needed a cold shower. He duc...
I let myself into the hotel room with more than a touch of apprehension, not sure why you decided we should meet here of all places. The tone of your voice when you called, however, had left me in no doubt that your request was not one to be ignored. Smoothing down the front of my skirt in an attempt to quell my rising nervousness I am struck by a pang of re...
World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading Earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These very short stories do not need to be read sequentially. Thanks to Tara Cox (organizer) and Rachel Sprite (muse) for their encouragement to participate in the Survival Revival Challenge - a...
Dawn sat in her chair, aboard her dragonship the Windstalker, and tapped her fingers angrily against her desk. They were heading towards the Cook to drop Ayalia off but that was not the main reason for her ire. She was mad at Nimin. How dare he knock her out and send her back to a ship like a disobedient child? Well she was about to show him she was no child...
The Neighborhood Preschool in Silverlake is a collection of low-slung buildings on the south end of the reservoir. I was running late, as usual, with traffic in the southland being what it is and working in the Industry with its long hours. Note the capital I in Industry – although I would claim otherwise to relatives from the East, I love the affectation. T...
I had been assigned to the earth vessel Enterprise. But this wasn't any ordinary ship, this was the first ever Human Space ship. I was extremely lucky to be offered a place. I was recruited as a science officer, intended to work closely with the chief science officer on any of her projects. The only problem was that she wasn't Starfleet, Hell, she wasn't eve...
The room is dark and misty, punctuated by beams of flashing technicolour strobe lighting blaring in tune with the pulsating techno music. With each bright flash, the room lights up for a fraction of a second. Then pitch black, then light again. Like a stop-motion picture, only futuristic as a cyberpunk wonderland full of grinding bodies and throbbing beats....
I stood silently next to my mother as yet another unidentified relative came up, faux tears dripping into a dry hanky, insincere platitudes wreathing my mother. I couldn't understand how she was able to withstand it. More than one woman in this room had probably slept with my father during their 35-year marriage and everyone knew it. They all wanted to see h...
The mouth watering aroma of chicken roasting in herbs began to fill the house as Anya looked Diana over for a while. "I think I'll send you on your way now." she said. She stooped over to whisper several commands into Diana's ear. After each command, Diana said "Yes robot number 742703A." Anya gave enough orders to the 510 to occupy her for the rest of the...
You and I are co-workers. We've worked together for many years and are friends. Around the office I have earned the nickname "Ice Princess" because I don't socialize with the people I work with outside of work and I won't go out with any of the men I work with. I tend to dress very conservatively: either pants or knee-length skirts, always with pantyhose and...