The sound made by the hydraulics of a standard maintenance hatch as it split into two halves and opened should have been something so common to him that it passed without notice. Jack had been on Gagarin 1 for such an extended period of time that the unique sound was as commonplace to him as birdsong to those who lived planetside. But then the sound was not...
Chapter 1: The Winged Siege "TO ARMS!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!" The stone fortress erupts in a flurry of trumpets and the yelling of dwarven and elven soldiers, startled by the sharp-pitched screams of winged death swooping from above. King Loric of the dwarven army steps from out of the Northwest Tower and rushes to the rampart, clad in dented and battle-w...
Iimja slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was laying on his back on the ground. It was warm, which was good because he was naked, but not as hot as home. The sound of waves breaking came from not far away. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw palm trees against a blue sky with puffy white clouds. "So far, so good," he thought. "Seems right." This bo...
she was standing there before Him. her body clothed in a simple outfit, a flowing white gown. her head was bowed, fearing His rejection. she simply stood there, breathing in and out, feeling her body cry out for His even as her heart felt the connection to His soul. she heard His steps as He walked towards her. she wanted Him more than she understood. As H...
He sat writing at his desk. Writing fiction is taking a trip into a world that exists only as per the terms suited to the author. If that fiction is erotica then you can do things which you would not contemplate in real life. And that was why Shyam wrote. It allowed him to indulge in fantasies about all the women he encountered in life. Women who he talked...
I wrote this in 2000, so it's been a while, but I thought it worth sharing: "It's been almost two years now since it happened, and I've managed to forget and remember it a hundred times over. He said he wanted me to remember - made a point of that - but sometimes it's easier and less painful to forget. Because remembering is one thing - but the longing to g...
Monsieur Colbert, the King’s superintendant, failed to save the Louvre as the seat of France’s Monarchy, and so always for the interests of his sovereign he oversaw the funding and such of Louis XIV’s love, the Palais de Versailles. In the spirit of the aptly named Grand Century, the best artisans and architects to be found were often the very best, and the...
She felt the stresses of the past couple of weeks gradually melt away as she slowly and purposefully rubbed silky oil in her skin...her long slender arms, letting it drip from her shoulders and watching it quickly run down thru the middle of her chest to her abdomen. The sun was blissfully warm and with a gentle warm breeze blowing from across the waves, s...
I lived for a while in Namibia, a city in South Africa. Males were subservient to females and old worldly customs lived on. There was very little crime, minor traffic offenses were punishable to males via corporal punishment, whereas females simply received a hefty fine and points on their license males were strapped to a padded whipping horse at the local P...
I had been called to my mother's personal chambers. The smell of exotic oils and incense assaulted me almost to intoxication. "You called for me mother." I announced standing expressionless, looking only at her and not at the sea of male flesh that swarmed her. "Yes." She smiled absent mindedly stroking the hair of one of her men. "I called you here to t...