CHAPTER 4: OUT OF THE COMFORT ZONE The guys were too tired when they got home to have any more fun with Megan after they got her home from her cum-fest day. And Megan was too tired to think about eating any real food, even though she would have been allowed. Megan slept on the living room couch while the guys slept on the beds upstairs. She was still weari...
-- Wednesday -- This was it! The big finale! It was make-or-break time, 'cause it would be my final appearance in the business world. It was all-or-nothing, 'cause it would be decisive for my future. The task was clear: Host a cocktail party for the local high society and broker some contacts for LGZ. The goal was just as evident: Become the most valuable...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...
** This is my second attempt to complete this fast-growing, rather out-of-control novella -- I might get around to finishing it one day, but thought I would get it out there, so you can see what you think. It is a hybrid sex novel / sci-fi novel / odd mix of things. Comments are very welcome.** * I took a breather about 100m short of the summit and surveye...
Chapter 1 The planet Bacchus was apparently named after some ancient God of Harvest and Wine. This God was supposed to represent having a good time. As Bron shoved another corpse into the reclamation vat he considered the hellish reality behind the face of the 'party planet'. Bacchus was dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. If it felt good, tasted good...
The Maliri Shandrass-class battleship jumped into the Epsilon Aquarii system in a flash of blue particles, the Tachyon field quickly dispersing as it came out of hyper-warp. The light from the blue star in the centre of the system made the battleship's golden hull gleam majestically, as the Galaena Serine powered up its huge Trankaran engines, and plotted a...
This is a story born of a role-play exchange in the forums of a futanari-interest website, hence the credit to the other player. © 2010 Bishiebunny and GingerM Act 1 - A Fortuitous Meeting He wanted to visit Ireland, see the castles, the green hills, visit a pub and maybe explore his roots. She wanted Cancun, to hit the beaches and drink exotic drinks...
"When predator becomes prey." © drkfetyshnyghts 2009 * Foreword IRC stands for "Internet Relay Chat". It was originally written by Jarkko Oikarinen in 1988. Since starting in Finland, it has been used in over 60 countries around the world. IRC is a multi-user chat system, where people meet on Channels (rooms, virtual places, usually with a certain topic...
Part I: Debbie Alan Burnett listened to the same 'oldies' station he had for years now; the music was predictably comfortable and the commercials were kind of funny – sometimes anyway, and besides, almost everyone else in the department listened to the station. You could always count on a happy mix of sixties stuff, but usually they played more seventies mu...
Chapter One - In the Beginning My name is Charles Ankersby. Well, at least it used to be, and this is the story of my life. It tells the tale of how I came to be Karen Miller. No, you're wrong. This isn't just another autobiography of a transsexual. I'm a transgenderist and, if you're not aware of it, that's a whole different thing. It's an almost true sto...