Chapter 2: Preacher's Daughter The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * *...
USS Surefoot, Deck 2, Study Room: Sasha told the others about the Nist invitation to the execution of her mother's murderer - but as she did, she could see the beginnings of doubt creeping into some of the faces. Jonas and Kitirik, she expected such reactions, given their passive natures. Neraxis was a surprise, but then the Bolian, for her role as the Squa...
"Christ, Amy, you do that again and I'm not ever getting out of this bed." She giggled and totally ignored me, a fact for which I thanked every god I could think of. I'd wondered last night how this morning was going to play. I'd half expected, dreaded might be a more accurate term, that my little kitten was going to be back to her shy, old self once the l...
I jumped at the sound of yet another knock on the door. "It's open," the hunters called in unison, none of them bothering to greet the latest arrivals. Grant and I exchanged a nervous glance from opposite sides of the room. Somehow, over the course of the evening, we had become separated as wave upon wave of visitors swarmed over us. So many people now fil...
Yeah... big sorry for how long this one has taken to anyone left wondering. Here now anyway. Okay, so this is where a gets a bit controversial. There's a bit more stuff based explicitly round religion in here, but this is meant to be erotica, and it's not meant to poke fun or criticise any religious points of view. That said, if you feel you might be offend...
Here are two story fragments. Please enjoy. The first one is a willing cuckold type story. The second one is what it is. SHORTCAKE Hi there, my name's Dawn, but everybody calls me Shortcake. It's a nickname I'm familiar with and it really suits me, so please call me Shortcake as well. Please bear with me, as I'm not much of a writer, though my hubby Paul...
Part 1 of 3: The Unique Job Offer It was her first time being called to the boss's office. Katherine had been an intern for months with no correspondence during that time from upper management. Greetings had never been exchanged. Not even eye contact. Things were about to change, however. She had just been called into the office of Mr. Halper, a man who wa...
For a couple of days after the last evening with Kayla, and despite the almost overpowering thrill which it had generated, all three of us had perhaps predictably, found ourselves somewhat ill at ease in each other's company. We were of course, nervous as to the consequences of our getting so carried away with lust that evening when Kayla had been shared b...
"Look, just fucking quit sweatin' it," Rob said, giving me a sharp glance. "Sorry, it's just..." "It's just that you can't help looking the proverbial gift horse in the mouth, is what it is. We got ourselves a thing of beauty working out here, fucking paradise with no strings attached." "I know," I stammered nervously. "You'd better know it, man," he lau...
THE GRANDE BALLROOM. Four bomb disposal experts in body-armor wheel a metal container out the doorway. Police mill about as ambulance attendants heft Rostislav's body onto a stretcher. "See that your superiors file a detailed report on this incident," the tight-faced police detective says to Dominika. "Yes-sir. Lieutenant General Yezhov will see to it f...