"USS Surefoot-A, Captain's Log, Stardate 42474.19, Captain Esek Hrelle, Commanding: I LOVE THIS SHIP! Sleek, clean, new, with up-to-date equipment and a fresh new mission ahead of us! I love this New Ship Smell! And, my wife is having my cub! MY SPERM ARE MAGNIFICENT! I shouldn't be so happy. It smacks of tempting Fate. But I can't help myself. To get bac...
Author's note: This story takes place is the same universe as "Riverside Police Department" (which is also Big Changes in Riverside) and "Big Changes in Riverside High." It takes place mostly after the first story. Please read "Riverside Police Department" first (and Big Changes in Riverside High) so you will understand the mind control devices at work, and...
Through low, crawling clouds of charcoal the train prowls and comes to a stop. A whistle shoots from the beast and pushes its passengers out the doors. Their wing-tip shoes tap like computer key strokes against the cold concrete. As each of them descends from the passenger car they meet my eyes and quickly look away. They each have the same motionless, ash-h...
In an e-mail the other day, someone wrote to me that her life had turned into a country song. My first thought was of the old joke. You know what you get when you play a country song backwards? You get your dog back, your spouse back, your house back and your best friend Jack back. Later it occurred to me though, that if it's in a country song then chances a...
...each part must be pursued within my mind individually... This part started with the voice. Before, all was play, all was exploration. Before, I was firmly delineated as myself. My breasts lifted with each breath, my hands reached and I felt each fingertip distinctly touching flesh. I could feel each hand on me, could feel the differences between our skin...
11 Brad, Lynn, Winston Brad It was getting to be too much, I thought as I stared down at the lights of some city in the Midwest, blinking up from the flat darkness on the flight back to Los Angeles. Although I fly often enough to have considered buying my own jet, I have decided against doing so. Buying two adjacent first class seats gives me ample room...
Dear lost love, I miss you. I am alone now and I miss the thought of making love to you, your masculine touch and irritating ways. Well, I don't miss the irritating ways. It was such a bad time in my life and you never tried to understand. You never tried to understand the complexity of my life, my health and my tears. I was there for you like a typical wo...
I can’t wait to get home.. Finally, some alone time! Maybe I could stop by the store to buy that new video game? There’s that new show on Netflix as well, I might just hop into bed and watch that instead too. Maybe jerk off a few times, over the weekend? Yeah, I’m definitely going to jerk off. I should try not to go in complete isolation either, we’ve had en...
That crack! of hand on asscheek is a beautiful sound. It was even more beautiful to hear it now, with him, here, naked in my lap. My arm burning deliciously, each muscle in isolation tortured but together singing. That little ughh sound he made, so masculine but helpless nonetheless, after each swing. *Slap.* I took my sweet time with each one. *Slap.* His h...
Chapter One: Stolen Identities You banged your fist one last time against the corrugated sheet of iron metal before you. Much like the result of all your previous attempts, the wretched surface refuses to yield to your touch, the cold steel leaving a numbing sensation down the edge of your pinky finger where it had made contact. Exasperated, you collapse to...