"Something bothering you, sir?" Samantha Carter asked Colonel O'Neill over the sound of a deactivating stargate. O'Neill stepped off the final stone stair of the stargate's platform, turned to the statuesque blonde, and took in a deep breath of PX9-609's strangely thin air. "Something always bothers me, Major." He began striding forward again. "But, yeah,...
The snow had melted away, making way for the rising flowers of spring. The Rising Jewels, the beautiful mountains that had always enchanted the locals, were displaying their spring colors. Many couples preferred to marry in this time. Because of that, there was a greater variety of flowers on sale than there would be during the summer. Temples that represent...
This short story is a bit longer than my usual ones. But to take away events of the story to make it shorter, would take the integrity and true power of this story. Please read it careful and you wont regret it, this story means alot to me...it took me 6 months to write it, because I wanted it to be just right. thank you. London, England May 1785, Standi...
Day Seven ADRIANNA There were times in my life where I stopped, considered the situation I was in, and whispered to myself, "What the fuck happened?" I was having one of those moments when I woke up that morning. The first thing I noticed, was that the gnawing in my nethers had subsided substantially. It wasn't gone, but it was manageable. The second thi...
"Doctor?" Clara said by rote. "Why are we at 13 Paternoster Row in 1893?" The Doctor looked up from a read-out on the TARDIS's console that did not do much more, in point of fact, but play Flappy Bird. "Now, that's hardly fair. When we weren't here ten minutes ago, you didn't ask why we weren't at 13 Paternoster Row in 1893." "It's just that we seem to c...
I walk into our bedroom five minutes past my bedtime, eyes on the floor, a sheepish expression on my face. My girlfriend ignores me, her nose buried in a book with little black glasses on. What little I can see of her face is framed by bangs that have fallen out of loosely tied back shoulder length hair. Below that, she wears a black sleeveless slip that sho...
Chapter 07: To Pee Or Not To Pee "Okay, big boy. Time to come down," I said, uncoiling the ends of the rope. I lowered him before unlocking and removing each wrist band, then bent down to unlock and detach each ankle cuff. I dropped my tools and had joeie pick them up to put them in their proper places. joeie soon returned to me to stand in silence, save fo...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn. You must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
Leanna was indeed lying in her own bed, thinking of Trevor. He must surely have given up on finding her by now, she thought. She had remained true to her word, and she had posted a letter to him two weeks before, which had contained a petition for divorce. That had been a week before her monthly was due. Now she was a week overdue, and she knew without a dou...
Excerpts From the Letters and Diary of Arthur Rimbaud, Victorian Gentleman My name is Schuyler Rimbaud. Yes, I know, it's an unusual name, and, no, I'm not related to the French poet – at least I don't think so. It's pronounced "RIM-bawd," and I am English. I believe the name is ultimately German, traceable back to the Anglo-Saxons. But mine is not t...