He slowly opened one crusty eyelid, struggling to focus on his blurred surroundings. He could feel the thump-thump-thump of his pulse pounding out its amplified drumbeat on his right temple. "Helluva hangover," he thought bleakly. With his right eye still closed, he managed to dispel the visual fuzziness with a deliberate squint. His left eye then proceede...
Beneath the meter thick armor plating, visible through the augcrown that threaded against his temples, King Louis Benoit XI watched as Procyon III burned. The saturation bombardment had begun nearly an hour before, but the death of a world could take a shocking amount of time, considering the amount of energies being discharged. It didn't help that Procyon...
*Note to readers: If you prefer easy, breezy love stories, may I recommend Creative Writing (a true story about an affair with my high school English teacher) or 911, What is Your Emergency? (a fictional May-December romance) or Bagging Lauren (another real-life adventure involving a yours truly and a married Mormon woman.) This one has a fair amount of sc...
The Experiment Field notes of Doctor Mercada of the Nereall, Day 241 A rather miffed looking Doctor Mercada was looking into the camera. Her long hair was pulled back and held in a pony. Her labcoat was buttoned up and looked impeccable. "I have just learned from Captain Yvain that our next stop will be Katern Prime. Yet another dead world that only the a...
Boy Rayne's taste was still in her mouth, the thick... surprisingly sweet warmth sliding down her throat as she stared wide-eyed at Master Lucien. Boy Rayne had slipped from her grasp, dived to the floor, and had fled... again. She had no time to feel disappointed at his continued fear of her. Master Lucien rolled over, his legs entangling within the satin...
Author's note: This is mostly vanilla first-date stuff. The story starts out fairly extreme with BDSM, squirting, and fisting that's all SSC (Safe, Sane, and Consensual) but it turned out that her story was much more of a traditional "figuring things out" story of a transwoman, albeit an involuntary one. On that note, I am a cisgender male so if I got any of...
This is a continuation of the story that began with Amnesty Program. ---- Rebecca sat cross legged on the couch with Jason's laptop in front of her, typing their daily report. She felt small in his clothes, and the sleeves fell over her hands. Jason sat next to her, concentrating on sewing the button back on her grey dress. Hunched over the cloth, with an...
I walked through the front door of my house and said, "Come on in. Can you stay long or do you need to take your toy and leave right away?" Dr. Stanley Clarke, the product representative from Cherry Products, Inc. had followed me home from a party to recover his company's property. Apparently, someone had stolen one of their expensive toys and sent it to me...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. ***** Splat! The sound of water hitting the surface woke the young woman. "Huuuurgh!" The rush of air into her lungs followed. "Cough! Cough!" Air and water expectorated again through her abused throat; the tight, painful clench of her chest as her body adjusted to the breath of air. She lay on the floor, sinuses and t...