Aberlynne knelt in the bare room, trying to maintain her posture. Cypress had warned her to stay still. It was difficult spending almost all her time in here. Aberlynne loved to read and listen to music and socialize, but Cypress had decreed that Aberlynne needed to spend more time by herself, meditating on what it meant to be a slave. Now and then, someon...
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[Our inspiration: hedonist Omar Khayyam, "A book of verse beneath the bough; a jug of wine, a loaf of bread and thou"] * If you organize a body oil strip party we'd like to chronicle how it went here. Before we get on to the exciting stuff, let's agree that sex is good for more than just procreation and that medical science has proven it. Physicians Master...
To many it sounds weird enough to wonder if I tick right. But I’m not crazy, nor incurably deviant. Yet, every time I see a woman with one leg, I’m captured by a gush of strange excitement. The motion of a body with a leg missing is quite simply a mesmerizing sight for me. So much, that I even find it attractive to see a man with one leg, even when I conside...
Danny was setting a cup of tea in front of where I sat on the couch when someone knocked on the door. My hand flew to my can of pepper spray that was next to me. Danny nonchalantly strolled up to the door and opened it without hesitating. "What the hell?" I demanded, before I saw who walked in. Then I really scowled. "Danny, what the fuck? You called him?"...
Prologue Janet Abbot was my first lover. She was, and is, my biggest fan and cheerleader as well. She was at my high school and college graduations. She was at my wedding. Nearly forty years have passed since I began my relationship with her and we still talk frequently. She is in her seventies and her health is slipping, but she’s still cheerful and fun. I...
Disclaimer: Let me start out saying this is the first story I ever wrote. This is a true story for the most part, and it is my interpretation of events and my own views. Also, the names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved. Life is so strange, and it tends to force us to make choices in so many ways. Often indirections that we don'...
"Prepare for disinfection!" The airlock tech shouted over the din of the cycling atmosphere. The armoured figure inside the small chamber turned around as pipes in the ceiling sprayed ethanol onto its metal suit. The chemical remanent the outside air washed down the drain. Warm air flooded the chamber, now entirely clean of any outside factors that would be...
To all, Due to the interest in this series, here is part 12. To say the least I have heard commentary both ways on the loss of one of my strongest characters. Regretfully, sometimes real-life mirrors fictional life. No, there are no other species yet, I was not dating an alien...well? But trust, honor and duplicity can carry over and mask your normal intern...
I have only just started here. The library is a long L shaped room, rather like an attic in a Victorian mansion, ramshackle and neglected, and yet done up with modern trappings. There are computers, lights, modems, printers ... .people coming and going. It is not lonely here. Even if no one speaks for hours, the silent press of ink-patterned books looms abou...