Stefan, one of Steve's alternate selves from a parallel dimension had just captured Steve and Alison. The trap had been meant for Stephen, the third alternate version of Steve. However Steve had come home before Stephen, and had been gassed by Stefan's booby trap. Stefan couldn't understand why anyone would try and kill him without reason. He didn't know th...
This is the story of our first visit to China since we started frequenting nude spas. If you enjoy it you'll find some of the same characters in the series "First time nude sauna". This is a multi-part story and again based on true events but enhanced with fiction to make them more interesting. If you're looking for quick and hard sex look elsewhere! *** W...
"Hey man; I gotta be me and ask you why the fuck you slept with Yoli again?" We sat in the alley behind her building having quite a few moments of shared silence when Renee gave in to an unanswered question swirling around in her pretty head. "Just kinda happened, honestly." "So, what; you in the crazy zone with her ass, now?" Renee was insistent but she w...
Angel jumped back to Steve's kitchen, whilst he was else-when sorting out Bruce's problems. She was in a pensive mood for a change, although a genius as were all of the British Aristocracy, she wasn't one for deep self-analysis. This business of Steve and pregnancy had shaken her badly, and despite her words to Alison she felt a sense of loss that her 26t...
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Dough, cash, bucks, scratch, dollars, pesos, script, moolah, marigolds, macaroni, bacon, bread, greenbacks, coin, smackers, C-notes, yards, Benjamins, sawbuck, double sawbuck, fin, cabbage, clams, bills, and wad, whatever you call it and by now you know it, I'm writing about money. We all want it but so few o...
"Are we there yet?" Buku was the only one that had revived from a sudden loss in power. The Maltese Cuckoo was supposed to maintain all functions against the dampening power of Pangaea's atmosphere. Evidently a certain alien Grey miscalculated somewhere. Having crossed time to the nearest point possible to locate the missing passengers of Flight 312. He mig...
Darkness enveloped me, enshrouding me like a thick veil both physically and mentally. It was a universe devoid of stars, light and sound. Am I dead? Is this what the afterlife feels like, floating around in a sea of nonexistence? Isn't there supposed to be some kind of movie of your life passing in front of your eyes? Do I even have eyes? "Is that what you...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
Despite the distance, Jean was able to keep the team in psychic communication. They all agreed the village was their best bet. Scott, Jean, and Hank arrived to find Logan waiting for them, trying out the local brew. The village was a bustling metropolis, just in miniature. There were about twenty adobe huts and many people who slept on the ground, for no re...
Angel was away on a mission for Steve, he was trying to see if he could help Alison have children of her own. Steve was reading the news on his computer, he was now aware that his self appointed task was world wide and he needed the internet to keep him abreast of any trouble that may require his special talents. Merlin had supplied him with a 26th Century...