This story has a science fiction element to it. It involves a literal Martian slut ray. So why isn't it in a different category? Two reasons. The first, is that there is very little actual science in this story that would hold up to any kind of scrutiny. The second, and more important reason, is that I first encountered the phrase "zapped by the Martian sl...
Immersion Playground Book #3: Flight to Paradise Chapter 19 Kate wakes up and lazily reaches for Mac, feeling for his presence. Goddammit, he isn't here, she fumes. Mac is either going to have to start staying in bed longer or I'm going to have to start waking up earlier, because this waking up alone in the bed shit is going to have to stop. She rolls out...
Derek wrinkled his nose in concentration as he typed away furiously on his laptop. He was trying to finish his review for the latest Grand Theft Auto game for NerdsUnite!. While Matt and Jake took care of public appearances at the conventions, Derek stayed behind the scenes to tighten the graphics and layouts of the new site and to work on the business aspec...
Votes and comments help make a better writer and are very much appreciated. This is my first true BDSM story. Chapter Six - The Horse Whisperer Rebecca heard the Clarke woman speak and put the binoculars down on the dash. On her laptop in the passenger seat the WiFi feed from the farm office camera, hijacked by her bug, lit up the screen. Finally, Rebecca...
Becky was made for moonlight. I woke up and watched her sleep -- so peaceful, so radiant. I worried about her. I prayed for her -- something I hadn't done since I was a child tucked in at night. Becky slept on her stomach, her hands underneath the pillow. Her hair had fallen across her face and I brushed it back to see her clearly. She mumbled incoherently...
On the shadowed rim of lost nightmares, haunted by visions of the Reaper and the Brothers Grim, it’s hard to find the distinction between what is real and what is an illusion. Sitting on the edge of just such a pointless realization, I crushed out the last bit of my “rollie”, (better known as a cheap, hand-rolled smoke), and carefully tucked it into the wor...
This is a love story of none consensual love, also consensual love, it is also part descriptive interracial homosexual, it is interracial love. Reader, please take note. We were finally on our way; the wedding had been a great success. We had over nighted at the hotel that had hosted the reception. It was 10:00am Sunday morning, and dozens of friends a...
This is a prequel to, and assumes you've read Promises, Promises pt. 1. My thanks to Bad Hobbit for his insightful comments on the original draft. ***** She was perfect, and I hadn't expected that. I was looking for something specific: a straightforward explanation of how enzymes use quantum tunneling to transfer electrons. I wasn't expecting to meet the l...
V: An explosive end to a career Chapter 37: The Blowup To my surprise, all of us were led to the First-Class Lounge and the explanation was Jenny's proud smile; Miss Efficiency in motion! Shortly before departure Jenny was called and came back smiling: both had been upgraded to First also. I have to admit that flying First Class is definitively more comfo...
He was lost to the fire, in the dance above the embers. Lost in that glow -- pulsing red tinged with black and white -- feeding ascent, always to the stars, force always dissipating. A snapping sound, pulled from the trance, and he watches sparks lift in the twilight, climbing towards fronds leaning from the trades. He saw them then. The girl -- no, a woma...