My neighbors have a swimming pool in their back yard. On several occasions there are kids splashing around, but today is different. I walked out on my front porch just in time to see a brunette woman get out of her vehicle and walk to their door. She wore khaki shorts and a summer top with some rather sexy sandals with a bit of a heel to them. Her feet gripp...
The summer was unusually hot with the weather man declaring that we would never see another summer like it in our lifetime. Despite the heat Peter took up cycling as his car and driving licence had been taken away. He cycled out passed the ornate gateway to his house and went up to the common on the off chance of bumping into his old girlfriend Elizabeth. He...
Moune Agrison stepped off the ship, and looked up at the sky. It was so much different from the one at home. More blue. The breeze on her skin felt weird. It was a sensation she'd only experienced in the artificial garden chambers back home. To be outside without a protective suit was strange. She'd have to get used to it on this planet. It didn't take long...
I was a bit preoccupied that evening. I remember one of the guys arrived late in the evening. Susan had taken a long bath and was wrapped in a short fuzzy robe. She went to the kitchen when she heard footsteps outside, and I saw two shapes go up the stairs. Later I found the robe on the kitchen floor. I remember making a pot of coffee and checking out what w...
Chapter 3. The Cold Winds of Gallifrey Night time, Gallifrey slept. Quietly I slipped from her arms and sliding my feet into soft carpet slippers tiptoed naked to the console. Habits are hard to break after seeming centuries of endless repetition. The universe summoned from the liquid screens and my eyes traveled from headline to headline searching out a...
It had been weeks since Sir was here last, months since his passion was so strong that he took his belt to me, driving me into sweeter submission than I have felt in years, and I am so eager to see him that I can't think of anything else. My mouth is eager to take him in. My scalp tingles when I imagine my hair entangled in his grip as he deliberately hurts...
People call me BC. Big Cat. A nickname I've had since I was a boy. However, during my years at Art College I was known as 'Fluffer'. These are my diaries of that time. Fluffer's tales. * Imogen, my long-term girlfriend, had dumped me. With a lack of pride that shames me still, I continued chasing her like some desperate puppy until eventually she got some...
Chapter 6: Cat's Paw He watched the ancient goddess pace the room like an agitated house cat, but he didn't say a word. It was not such an odd comparison, given the lazy felines strewn across every inch of the Temple of Bast. He didn't bother with the Old Ones, generally. While there wasn't necessarily a war akin to the Old and New gods in the Gaiman-verse...
Chapter VI: Loyalty Is A Fickle Thing Drool trickled slowly down the sorceress's bare chest and glistened in the candlelight as she looked down to survey the damage. Anna's once-flawless exotic figure was marred by angry red stripes criss-crossing all over her body. Some were only superficial, but others had bitten through her flesh and left her skin vis...
"And another box gone," Jack muttered to himself, putting the heavy box aside. "Only what, a billion more boxes to go?" The silent storage unit didn't respond, but Jack nonetheless felt like the sweltering box was mocking him. It was in the mid 80s outside, a lovely summer day. But inside this metal hell the temperature was hovering in the high 90s. Jacks' s...