The man floated through space in his cryo-tube, slumbering in a deep dream where years passed in seconds. The cryo-tube's self-contained generator did not produce much electricity from its decaying power core, but it did not need much to perpetuate adiabatic demagnetization and keep his body at near absolute zero within the gel-filled pod, insulated by the p...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Flood tide: The period between the low tide and rising of the water to high tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He...
There are only so many ways that you can tell a Loving Wife story without sounding either totally unimaginative, or deeply disturbed. That's the reason why I am moving over to Romance. For those of you who read me - I'm still the self-appointed poet-laureate of nerd-nation. And I still like my stories with a little hot sex and a whole lot of twists and tur...
From time-to-time, people have asked me to continue one of my characters. This story satisfies the most frequent requests. Almost from the day I posted it, readers have asked me to tell the story of the little boy in "A Totally Unromantic Love Story." Not too far behind, are the folks wanting me to do something about the two people in "The Long Goodbye." I...
©Copyright2018 Old Brigantine This is only my second story ever written since 80's Freshman-Comp. I'm an Engineer so I tend to get techno detailed and opinionated, hope it does not distract from the story, too much. Some of the items in the story are real, some embellished, and some fantasies. This story is a romantic wish. If you seek lurid sex then this s...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote. For those looking to read pornography, I don't write pornography. This is not pornographic. I write erotica. There's plenty of sex at the end while still being erotic. There are no underage characters in this story. The three characters in the story are Brad, forty-something,...
I'm flying the airplane. A wing dips and I turn the wheel, scraping ailerons on the frozen air. The plane yaws; I reach up and adjust the trim. It rolls; I pull back on the yoke. We level off. I'm scared, afraid of losing control, of falling. But still, I'm flying. It's my skill that keeps us in the air, keeps the passengers safe. The passengers... I...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some d...
I was listening to an old blues song with the same title, and this popped into my mind. I was also thinking of most of the stories I'd read lately about revenge, and how necessary some people thought it was. I had also been thinking about a creative way for a father to stay close to his children in the event of a divorce. So here it is. No over the top sex,...
This story is copyright 2009 by (lipsticked11). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. * I am owned by a dominant couple and their niece and used as a live-in maid, cook, and sexual slave. My name was Michael, now I am Michelle. This is my story: When I was 35, my wife Connie and I lived next door to another married couple, Denise and Steve...