Steve had enjoyed a rather extended evening pub crawl after work, and was relieved that Jill was not home when he staggered in. Rather than wait-up and watch some late night talking-heads debate on TV, he thought it more prudent, if not diplomatic, to retire to the spare bedroom. After undressing, he retrieved his laptop from the study and lay down, or rat...
Kasha screamed even louder as the pain started to increase more and more with each passing moment. Curse Master Jake why hadn't he let them kill him a fiery quick death it was more than he deserved! Instead he was being tortured why? He had nothing to give the council or the ever last master, was master Jake just wanting him to suffer as long as possible? J...
Way back at the beginning, I mentioned that the story would jump the shark. Well, here we go. Ironically though, this was actually the original intention from the beginning. Original influence is from a 4-page short at the beginning of a doujin. The short pages were called 'Canned Peach' by Momoyama Jirou-and coincidentally, what got me into writing in the f...
The Human female had died valiantly, sacrificing herself for her mate. Her body lay in state on the ceremonial altar behind the Praetor's master console in the Control Chamber on Arcturus Prime, as was the tradition. Now her mate, too, lay mortally wounded. In this stunning, completely unexpected, and thoroughly enjoyable reversal, the heretofore-dominant Hu...
The year is 1785, in Colonial America, Virginia Colony, Terrence Whitley is at his friend, Thomas Morris' house having dinner. They are talking about a partnership that Terrence is proposing for a new business venture of sending mail to people across the country via a system of horse riders going through dangerous Indian territory to deliver letters and pack...
18-year-old Jonathan had been delighted when he received the offer of a place at a prestigious English university, to study History. He certainly had the intelligence to be there, but it was well known that individuals from low-income families, who had attended a State school, such as himself, were less likely to be accepted on to a course than the more 'wel...
The bar was located in an industrial part of town. Denise would have stood out like a sore thumb in her business suit, but at two in the morning the streets were totally empty. That made her find the activity in the place all the more off-putting, after walking from her car through a tiny alley, and down the steps to the basement level establishment. It wasn...
It was precisely 8:30 a.m. Monday morning when I held the front door of my single-story office building open for Alexis Barron. She strutted in, hands free, and with a confidence I had never witnessed before. Meekly, I followed behind the young black woman carrying all her things, and breathing her perfumed tail winds as we reached the front desk. The of...
Katherine was pissed. The 2 lane stretch of road seemed to go on forever. Daylight had long since faded. A spectacular desert sunset of pastels had given way to a darkness as deep as a Chicago winter is cold. For awhile she had amused herself with the sight of tall cacti, silhouetted in the twilight. To her, it looked like some kind of oddball army had surre...
Note- Another tribute, this time to Sarah Young, England's finest porn star. * If you could have an identical replica of your dream girl who would you pick? Johnny was twenty five, unmarried, and stinking rich. The young man was a genius and had founded, managed, and then sold 'UK Robotics,' the first British company to manufacture humanoid robots with an...