Ryoko Quinn Delapuzzo has worked as an engineering facilitator on Orbital Sphere 242 for over ten sidereal years. "Home sweet home 242," as Ry calls it, is one of the space stations that span a straight line like a string of pearls from Earth I to Mars I. Ry tolerated the recirculated air and water supplies within the synthetic orb, but longed for the day...
Part 2 is an attempt to continue the story line and set up Part 3. Please let me know if there is further interest in a Part 3. I have many ideas floating around. Feedback is welcome. **************** Ch.4 The next day with Sasha... After the meeting with Hans and my "new" team I don't really remember the rest of the day. Everything was so fast paced...
Moriarty left her desk in search of the project supervisor and found her sitting in her office, reading the local newspaper. She looked up from her broadsheet as Moriarty appeared at the door and offered a mild smile. "The cultures have been separated and the discs are now in the freezer," Moriarty announced, seething to be reporting to a mere graduate stu...
Chapter 30 -- Extinction is inevitable A week later, Ruthie had a modeling session at the community college. It was one of those "art appreciation" events, when the public was allowed to view projects put out by students and try their hand at drawing. Ruthie modeled for a life-drawing practice, which she enjoyed, because everyone drawing her was a complete...
For Yin Yin * * * * * Jack was 42 years old when he started his affair with Mika. He had just started a new job with a large legal practice and Mika was a recently married Asian girl whose husband was Australian. The early days of their affair had been great. Whenever they had the chance they engaged in torrid lovemaking. Doing it on the side made it excit...
Author's Note: The story below is 100% real. This series is intended to document my journey into a new level of mental and physical submission. Much of the writing involves the psychological aspects of submission, taken from the perspective of the sub, not just the physical interaction. If you are looking for an unadulterated over the top fantasy barely walk...
Author's Note: Here's a short one, completely softcore, so if that's not your thing you may want to move on to something else. For those who enjoy whimsical exhibitionist stories, this may be up your alley. Cheers! ***** Tracy Ellingham and Bunny Simms had been working at the Strandhaus Theatre since their Summer internships began about three months ago. I...
Rebecca watched Michael sleep in the predawn glow. Only his head and chest were visible above the blankets, a soft buzz accompanied every breath. It had been a month since she completed the Vigil, and still there was more to learn even though she'd come to the fullness of her magical powers. They had returned to the Tower hand-in-hand, and he had gently take...
The droning of the boat engine went on for a long time. She faded in and out of consciousness. Terror and being up most of the night willingly giving her body to men that would fuck her over, had taken its toll. She awoke to a stormy sky and the presence of a submarine. Long faded and without much success were the letters CCCP. An old Soviet ship she guesse...
"Oh, yes, Your Majesty." Ellian heard a woman giggle in the Northern bed chamber. "I'd love to become your queen. But, I'm afraid the peasants wouldn't like me." Once she reached the top of the winding staircase, Ellian tapped on the door. "Who is it?" The woman sighed exasperatedly. "Ellian, Lady, your chamber maid," She replied as loud as she could m...