April 4. 11:34 P.M. The phone rang. It wasn't so much the fact that the phone rang that bothered Lyle Fenton, but rather which phone rang. Fenton's bloodshot eyes stared at it in disbelief. "Lyle, are you going to get that or not?" whined Tina from her usual perch in the upstairs bedroom. Lyle supposed he was, if only to shut Tina up. He rose from the cou...
"You're ready to go, Kyle," the Chief Researcher informed me, handing me a large envelope. "You've passed all the tests, and the nanotech is working perfectly in our controlled environments here. Now you're free to go do the field testing." I knew what "field testing" meant. During the three weeks I had spent at the Nanotech Research Consortium's planetary...
He would not be ruled by her breasts. He was an accomplished military man of achievement, dignity, and honor. He would not become so enraptured by the womanly curves of this mysterious female lieutenant newly arrived on base. General Hunt adjusted his collar, decorated with two stars nearby on the shoulder as befitting his considerable rank. At his silvery-h...
I really shouldn't have let Carin go to the restroom alone. She has a habit of getting distracted by something shiny -- or someone -- and not coming back for hours at a time. Or for what seems like hours, anyway; the advent of the cell phone has made tracking her down much easier. A far cry from the college days when I'd find her sitting on the floor of Sun...
Dawn was breaking, and the dew atop the giant mushroom under which I had spawned last night began to glisten in the morning sunlight. No sign of Nick yet, but that was no surprise. From what I've read, GenLink was the most expansive and immersive VR experience yet; a bold claim in 2070. Ever since the invention of the suspension tank, the VR experience has...
Joe Boyd pulled into the Hell, Michigan Visitors Center* parking lot. He had been driving past this place for years. However, he was running ahead on this Friday afternoon. It was now or never. He looked at all the welcoming satanic signs surrounding the place. He stepped out of the red T-bird and onto the gravel parking lot. This might make him late, but h...
Dear reader, this is the second chapter of the story of Renee and her magical alien symbiont. The first installment appeared under the title "A Union Consummated" in the Toys/Masturbation category. Further installments will appear in this category as it seems to fit the change in pace. It was necessary to cover a bit of background in this installment. There...
God, crime scenes give me such a justice boner. Really makes me want to...narrate my heroic exploits. "Lit from the flames of a burning sex shop, a tall, shapely silhouette looms over the city. It is one fucking *heroic* silhouette. She got a shadow that does not quit. Curves in all the right places, and a TRUNK in front of that junk. That is the sexy-ass s...
It had been a long time that the Complex had inactive. The last activation had been 65.832.212 Years and 23 Hours ago. It had been crushed on this Planet after the fight with the last of the Old Enemies. The Ship was one of the last of its race. The Former Race Necrontyr had been changed into the Necron Race. Now the Necron were more Robot then men. But even...
The tiny moon in distant orbit around Orix 5 didn't even have a name. Unofficially, it was known as Shithole 9. As planet-orbiting rocks go, it was a dime a dozen. Barren, dry and void of life, but full of He-3, U-239 and other materials the Empire considered bread and butter. It was weekday 4, month 9, year 2314. Or, as 37-year-old Stan Irutian liked to th...