I met Michael at a popular breakfast restaurant in the city while there with my friend Marnie. On a trip to the ladies room, he said hello as I was headed back to the table. He was talking on his cell phone outside of the restrooms and paused his call when he saw me coming. "Eh, hi there!" he said with his charming smile. "Hi!" I replied, noticing how ha...
"Well everyone has a little fantasy in the back of their mind and you and me are no different than anyone else." "Yes, with me it's Jean and with you it's Ralph." "I never said it was Ralph. It could be four or five guys for all you know smart-ass. I never talked about Ralph, except when the article was in the paper about him in the ten years we been marri...
"Shoot that fucking thing, Willow!" Margo cried out. "Look at how big that fucking thing is!" "No, don't shoot it!" Mary countered. "It isn't doing anything threatening yet!" "What do you mean not yet? Is it a threat or isn't it?" The big cook shot back. "Well, of course it is a threat!" Mary returned. "But it'll be a bigger threat if we shoot at it and p...
This story is a continuation of the 'Trapped on Novas' series. The plot line and characters continue directly on from chapter 8 and so it's recommended to read previous chapters first to get character background etc. The story is set on an alien planet, has themes of BDSM, slavery, and at some point violence so if you are not into that sort of thing then ma...
He wore a watch to cover the scar. Because watches were forbidden on the left hand, he had to wear long sleeves as well. Should a sleeve ride up, say on a crowded subway or during a window day, one could overlook a wrong-handed watch wearer if they weren't explicitly looking.After five years on the run, only those on the payroll were likely to spot his decei...
Note from the Author: Meant as part of an ongoing series (I hope). I want to send a special thanks to Colleen Thomas. Her work in both The Run, and Voices, helped inspire me to work on some of my own Cyber Punk genre experiences, having been a gamer for fifteen years now. I hope that all will see my sincere attempt at flattery. I also want to thank my editor...
The chatter from the monkeys was deafening. We had picked a bad place for a first meeting. I looked around again. No one in sight but the gorgeous little female sitting on the bench looking around. Could it be? I had to find out. I got up and walked towards her. Her eyes followed me. I stopped in front of her. "Angela?" I asked. Her face broke into a lovely...
Seventy Five! I think 75 is a milestone, don't you? Particularly when my final objective is only 100. I'm three quarters of the way there. On the way to what, you ask? My 100th guy. I designed a stickpin just for the occasion. It's the symbols of the two sexes, interlocked and made out of platinum for, of course, 75. The center of it is a ruby for my red ha...
You're driving home to me, your slut. And thinking about me. I have been forgetting that you are my master and not just a boyfriend and you want to remind me who you are. I haven't directly disobeyed you at all in forever, but I have been pushing my luck with the teasing. You come up with a plan and start getting hard thinking about it and your needy little...
I still can’t believe that he went for it. It was during one of our many recent sessions of bedroom play that Rich made another hint of his desire to try swinging. Once again, I called him on it, but this time more explicitly. “I bet your all bluff,” I said teasingly, “You could never handle the thought of me being intimate with someone else and you know i...