|1.0 "Scout Ship Atalanta for Pathfinder actual," a young woman's voice said. "Pathfinder here," a deeper, avuncular voice replied. "Good morning, kiddo. Bright eyed and bushy tailed already?" "Good morning yourself, Pathfinder. My pilot is certifying me as active and operational. We're good for an on-time launch separation. I didn't wake you up or anyth...
Author's Note: So, hot on the heels of Part One comes Part Two, and our intrepid heroine Allie and her Irish husband Patrick finally make it to the strange little world of Blackwell Island. Once there, they settle in to life as temporary islanders and get to grips with the native Pā'ele tribespeople's strange and rather erotic customs. For, as they are abo...
Before you begin this lengthy tale there are a few things you should know. First, I initially released this on a choose your own adventure site, thus the much despised Second Person POV. Also there will be parts that may seem odd in a purely linear read through. Had I known it was going to turn into what it did I would have done it differently. Second, re...
This is just a bit of fun. It was supposed to be quite short, but it sort of got away from me. It pokes a little fun at the cuckold stories on the site. As such it could have found a home in 'Loving Wives' but I think that would put the emphasis in the wrong place. It could have gone into 'Humour and Satire', I suppose. Yes, I agree the tale is a little fa...
Author's Note: All aspects of the story are fictional. All characters that participate in sexual activity are over the age of 18. Edited by Expoh and AnnabelleFalls13. **** Strength - 100 +10 (+10%) Vitality - 185 +19 (+10%) Agility - 43 +2 (+5%) Compulsion - 0 Persuasion - 0 Spirit - 40 +10 (+25%) Health -- 248.00/248.00 Essence -- 123 Carry Wei...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
... continuing from the previous chapters ... Chapter 22 Texas Crystal bounded into the living room of the suite I'd found reserved for us at the Four Seasons when I arrived the evening before; she launched herself into my arms. I caught her without falling over, and we hugged and kissed each other over and over. Behind her, a hotel bellhop slowly removed...
The Subject 2: Further Research Chapter One Prologue The young scientist, her eyes intently staring into the miasma of numbers flashing across the screen before her, sighed dejectedly. Why wasn't the damnable thing working? She thought, and ran her hands through her dark brown hair. "Rita," she said, not looking up from the computer read-out, "run serie...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05: Paul & Jenny's Caribbean Cruise I sat looking out of the window as the December evening closed in. A fine grey drizzle was falling. Jenny would be home soon from University. She had my car, as I was not allowed to drive yet. I wished I had an automatic gear change on my car. My Grandparents, with whom I was staying, were ou...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...