CHAPTER 1: ENDLESS SUMMER The sun beat down on Caden as he made his way through the narrow, winding alleys, its harsh light baking the paved streets enough that he could feel it through the soles of his boots. He wrapped his cloak more tightly about his shoulders, its drooping hood casting a dark shadow over his face. There were few who would brave the stre...
All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright blablabla... **************************************************************** Sweet dreams are made of thisWho am I to disagree? I travel the worldAnd the seven seas, Everybody's looki...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...
Please comment, critique, praise and vote. Your feedback is immensely motivating! Chapter 1: Where There's Smoke... Annika Whenever I sit out on my balcony (and I say 'balcony' with a great sense of irony, but my humble studio apartment with its fenced ledge suits me and my needs just fine) and light a joint, I always do so inconspicuously. Or so I h...
Fresh Off The Bus 4: Miss Teen Idaho An E&I Enterprises Story Note: This is a author invitational story in honor of my tenth anniversary as a writer(I'm 1 ½ years late). Authors are invited to write their own adventures of the Miss Teen USA contestants attending the pageant at the Nubian King casino in Atlantic City. They may be as long or as short as an a...
John's mouth fell open as he stared at the images the Vulkat had taken of the salvaged Thrall ship components. He felt an eerie kind of click as Dana named each of the forbidding black objects, her words resonating in his mind. "They're standard issue in all Thrall vessels!" he blurted out, his eyes widening as he stared at the ship's equipment. "I know wh...
Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
(this is a sequel to Ode to A Cali Courtesan, and takes place, as did the prequel, in real time. Thank you. These recollections are attempts to freeze a particular time, forever. Danbury 200) My spent cock still deep in Megan's mouth, I lie back on the hot bed, nearly unconscious from the dramatic, wild sucking off. Utterly drained, dick stiff but rapid...
Once again, I had difficulty selecting a category for this tale. It has elements from a lot of different things, anal, BDSM, celebrities, group sex, lesbian sex, extra-marital sex, exhibitionism, even romance and maybe a soupçon of non-consent/reluctance. I have decided, finally, to go with Novella as it was longer than originally intended. This is not the s...
(Age of Decadence) Lies and deceit leading on, the maelstrom swirls us back. We return to where we began. PROLOGUE: Mucia Faustina was seated on the third level of the amphitheater, the maenianum summum, the section allocated to women. On the roof above her the poor, the pullati, stood to watch the games. Fortunately she was in the first row of seats ab...