“Jon, can you get that?” Ashley’s voice emerged from the bathroom as the doorbell rang. With a groan, you put the video game you were playing on pause and run quickly to the door, certain that it was the courier with yet another parcel for your girlfriend. You yank the door open and gaze out into the street, but you don’t see anything. “Good afternoon, Sir.”...
Jenna knew there was something more to the LuvBot Factory than the bubblegum brightness of the "official tour". The pink guide bot with hearts for pupils gave her the creeps, and as a reporter, she could smell bullshit from a mile away... After sneaking away from the bizarre trip through the facade, she used her athletic build and a multitool to pop open a g...
I'd like to say that it all started with a big bang but it didn't. It started with a little ding-dong. Usually when someone rings, Will Lee opens the lab door because his desk is the closest. You'd figure that it'd drive him crazy, having to stop work a couple of times an hour all day long because another grad student forgot his badge or a visitor was looki...
Welcome all ye princesses, heroes of prophecy, and green muppets with laser swords to yet another episode of LST3K! This episode is a little longer than those previous, and I'm afraid you know what that means if you've been sucked in with me before — double the pain! The original story has a few spoofish moments of its own, some of which the author ad...
The Club - Second Week "Mistress? If I may have a word?" Emile was doing his Jeeves thing, again. Respectful, but like he knew I put my pants on one leg at a time. Or would do, if I still had clothes, which luckily I didn't, because right that moment they would have gotten in the way of Clyde's cock. It was Sunday morning, and she was languidly serving i...
Thanks to John Freer for most of the nifty ideas for this story; the un-nifty ones are mine. Appalling gaps in Homer's classical education {g} heroically filled by Felix Lance Falkon and Allison George's Encarta encyclopedia. Artie pitched in with some proofing of an early version, but is not responsible for remaining errors. Also, I have gotten some commen...
James Haverstein III, research and production director for the Serious Cybernetics Corporation, bit down on his cigar end. The sharp suited woman next to him looked across with mild distaste but said nothing. Amanda Howard from the company's legal team was used to working with board members she didn't much like but Haverstein's cigar habit, even if he didn't...
This is one of my pre-existing characters, Sophie, a nineteen year old. I had this idea for her, so I thought I would cross her over into a Sci-Fi for a short interlude My Thanks go out to Darksage, my excellent editor for this story. -- The year, 2100, was a beautiful place and time to exist. Pollution was non existent, the threat of Global Warming turne...
"Oh shit! Not yet," she moaned, jamming two fingers deep in her pussy, keeping them perfectly still as her building orgasm trembled around them. Her eyes dilated unconsciously, the better to absorb the photons emitted from her favorite part of the vid. She had to pace herself, controlling her stubborn, impatient pussy so that she could cum at just the right...
(Tales piece-mealed together from message-boards, AOL tales and RPs, turned into one long, cool short story. The tale takes place aboard the SCS Ecstasy, a pleasure ship floating through space, where the servitor robots ('bots) can perform ANY function within certain parameters... that are about to be broken!) Part I: Theora He kissed her gently at first,...