S.H.E.I.L.A. - synthetic, humanoid, enlightened, inquisitive, living, android -------------- Sheila seemed to be momentarily distracted after we had stopped. Sitting there I waited for her report when she was done. Timur was rolling on the ground feeling like his face was on fire. He also noticed that his left arm and cheek hurt like hell. Still he held h...
"Covering nearly 2000 acres of land, hidden from the noise and dirt of city life, the Academy is like no other school in Britain. Our teaching emphasises independent thought, discovering oneself and how to get the most out of life. We understand that every young woman is different; goals, hobbies and habits are unique from person to person. To give the best...
You're relived when the car finally comes to a stop. You've spent the last three hours in the backseat of cab that's been driving on some very windy mountain road. You feel nauseous when you step out of the car. When you manage to pull yourself together you take look around. You see a grey sky, green mountains, tall fir trees, perfectly manicured Kentucky bl...
Copyright© January, 2011 by Mendon Fishers * My name is Vivian Cunningham-White and I'm not crazy. I have been in this mental institution for almost ten years but I don't belong here. Right now it is early morning, my meds from yesterday have worn off and I'm lying here in my bed pretending to be a sleep. I hope if I stay quiet no one will notice that I'...
It's a frustrating afternoon of increasingly explicit emails at work. The campus has mostly emptied, the chair is at a meeting, and you and I can only think about one thing. That's the curse of being employed by the same institution as a professor and graduate student, respectively. Fucking circumspection. No fraternizing or else. And on Valentine's Day, too...
What's up, people? My name is Amelia Salomon, and I'm a French Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eight, chubby and big-bottomed, with alabaster skin, reddish brown hair and light brown eyes, that's me. I'm a graduate of the computer science programme at La Cite Collegiale, and hope to become a tech entrepreneur someday....
As my readers know, I have written often about polyamory, primarily polyandry (one woman with two or more men). Mine are not traditional 'reverse harem' romances, mainly because I know from personal experience the complexities of poly. But in these times of crisis, I believe that poly may be the best option. Why? At the core of male-female relations, bey...
So, I'm at this sleaze-fuck Days Inn off the interstate ― where an Ebony Goddess is spraying fountains of squirt on my turgid timber ― and I begin wonderin', "Whatever happened to Rick Moranis?" I mean Spaceballs; Ghostbusters; Honey, I Shrunk the Kids! The guy was huge in the '80s! Now nothing?! My friend Larry ― who'd organized the event ― stood and began...
Chapter 7 A Question of Sentience One of the ruffians made a move, darting in and thrusting his knife towards Grankt. The saurian twisted, letting the point lodge in his armor. His fist lashed out and caught his attacker in the face. Blood clouded the water around his face and the dagger dropped slowly to the rock below. Grankt's other hand held his scather...
Commander Worf's Personal Log StarDate 57275.2 We are en route to rendezvous with the scientific vessel USS Agustin Stahl, in order to transfer our first officer, Commander Martin Madden, so he can take command as interim captain. Their mission: studying systems closer to the center of the galaxy, where the cosmic forces are very intense, in order to corrob...