"Oh God, you're not starting this 'I'm the greatest hypnotist in the world' thing again, are you?" Muff Diver said, as she pulled her face away from between Ponygirl's thighs. "We've all heard it before, Mistress. Nobody here believes a word of it." Mistress leaned forward, both out of interest and to give Assmuncher better access to the valley between her...
Memorandum From: Robert McIntosh To: Jodi Reinsdorf CC: Human Resources Re: Your Brains Jodi, this is Bob, from down the hall. Just wanted to interface with you on a dialogue point regarding your recent objections to the new Client Relations Initiative, and get your 360-degree feedback on the proposal I brought to your attention a couple of hours ago....
(From the 1939 edition of the Compass Encyclopedia, Volume Thirty-Seven, Umbrella-Vermin.) The vampire is a creature of folklore. It features primarily in Eastern European folklore, but virtually every culture on earth has some sort of local variant on vampire myth. This has led some foolish people to speculate that there is a factual basis to the vampire l...
Jon stares helplessly into Linda's eyes as he comes. His hand pumps up and down on his cock, unable to stop himself even if he wanted to, as he feels the endless pleasure flowing from every sensitized inch of flesh. The orgasm never seems to stop; he's lost all sense of time, and Linda's hypnotic gaze locks him into that perfect, eternal moment for what fee...
TRANSCRIPT OF PENELOPE WALDEN'S ADDRESS TO THE MIT WOMEN IN SCIENCE STUDY GROUP, MARCH 22, 2009: Greetings, ladies! I can't tell you how gratified I am to be here with you today. And not because I simply like hearing myself talk, either. [laughter] No, I'm gratified to be in the presence of so many young women who, like me, share an interest in the sciences...
Miranda was descending again. They were using the water visualizations this time; Doctor Ballantine told her that it was the fastest way to get her to the edge of the black. Miranda allowed herself to sink into the icy water, picturing her arms windmilling as she swam deeper and deeper into her own mind. It felt awful, but Doctor Ballatine had already expla...
If I could only think, I'd know what's wrong with me. It's kind of funny, because I think what's wrong is that I can't think. So I think I can't think, but if I could think, I could think why I can't think, but then I wouldn't need to think about thinking or not thinking...I think. I'm not sure. I get kind of dizzy trying to work it all out, and the dizzy f...
Selina looked up at the dull gray skies and smelled the damp, heavy air, and knew that there would be no escape this year. She wanted to cry. It just didn't feel fair. They'd almost made it this time. She thought that the ship had signaled its approach well in advance of the spring rains, but Lilac's eccentric orbit had defeated her best attempts to predict...
Joyce sat up with a start. She wasn't sure what she'd heard...was it a crash? Maybe a thud? A grunt? Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she looked at the alarm clock next to her bed. 3 AM. She listened carefully for a long moment, the darkness in the room seeming to accentuate each noise, as if with no sights to guide her, each noise took on extra signific...
"It won't hurt," she says. "It'll feel just like a kiss." I don't listen. I'm on the other side of the room, as far away from her as I can get. I'm not looking at her. I'm not even looking in her general direction. I'd turn around and look at the wall, but I'm scared to turn my back on her, even though I know she can't get out of those manacles...and even t...