This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. I push boundaries and question everything and everyone. All my characters are flawed and have to deal with their own failings. Some rise above their failings, while others do not. Like real life. It's often a shitshow. _____________________________________________________________________ I take the p...
***** Author's Notes: In these stories I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all of the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this...
Fading Stars 01: Encounters Author's Notes: As usual, thanks to my lady love, for invaluable input. Thanks also to bikoukumori (edits at warp speed!), BuckyDuckman and JagFarlane. Your input and support during the beta phase was essential. All participants in sexual acts are the equivalent of adults. No artificial lifeforms were harmed while writing th...
Ok, folks... as promised, here's the next chapter. It isn't quite as long as I thought it was going to be, but long enough. I spent a fair amount of time editing, adding a bit here, taking out a bit there, which explains why it took so long; I'm introducing some new people, too, so bear with me. As usual, I fully expect to piss off some liberals, but to be h...
Anna opened her eyes and then immediately squeezed them shut again to avoid being blinded by bright lights. The harsh smell of cleaning products invaded her sinuses and she rolled to her side, burying her face in a starchy pillowcase. "Anna." a familiar voice said. "Honey, are you feeling sick again?" Anna tried to decide whether she was feeling sick agai...
May 2018 VFW Post 1782, White Bear Lake, Minnesota Mitch Miller's POV I pulled into the parking lot of the Veterans of Foreign Wars post, my iPhone directing me here after spending four days driving here from Bethesda. I didn't have much; a few extra clothes in my saddlebag, some cash and credit cards, and my DD-214 and medical discharge papers. There...
I'm flat-chested. When I say "flat-chested," I don't just mean that I have small boobs. I mean I have no boobs. I found on the Internet a description of a girl like me. It said, "If she takes off her clothes, stands sideways, and sticks out her tongue, she looks like a zipper." That pretty well sums it up. I am seriously flat-chested. I could have told you...
CHAPTER 1: FALSEHOODS I had taken to calling her 'Vi', short for Viper of course, but if any coworkers asked me who I was dating, I could tell them it was short for Violet, or Victoria. She didn't seem to have a real name, or at least none that a human tongue could pronounce. Her visits had become routine since discovering that I lived in the same city she...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? As my regular readers are aware, I enjoy writing about people who possess fluid sexuality. Here I tell the story of an ex-slave's time as Marshal in a frontier town in the old American West. The women he encountered weren't as...
When a viper had suddenly arrived at the California Computational Agency's back-end division as a bodyguard to its manager, it sent out ripples that reverberated through the whole agency. Who was this Clark Hopper, people asked, and why does he get an alien bodyguard? Was the viper there to keep tabs on them? Was ADVENT choking up on their leash? Was Clark s...