Langley, Virginia, USA CIA Headquarters, NCS Briefing Room Monday, July 16, 2012 1:18 PM It was an unusually hot and muggy July afternoon in Virginia. Frank Patterson and Abigail Rogers had been ordered to National Clandestine Service (NCS) offices of the CIA to be briefed on an upcoming mission. Frank being in his early thirties and with NCS division for...
I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback! * * * * * The noise emanating from the Sea Maiden tavern was often the only thing heard throughout the warm, salty nighttime air of the docks. Gone were the bustling merchants and stone-faced city guards who populated the area during the day, retreating to the safety found within...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
This story is intended to be the first part of a fiction series featuring some inhabitants of a far planet named Elien. Life on that planet revolves around Female supremacy in a context of sadomasochism, religious sexuality and lesbianism. Actually, this first part is divided in two subparts. The first is an introduction that sets the scene. Some readers m...
I just want to say a couple of things before we jump into the story. First off, I hope that everyone is being safe as we make our way through this worldwide crisis. I have thousands of regular readers now, and while I may not know every one of you I hate the idea that any of you, or the people you care about, may be suffering because of the virus. Second,...
Chapter 21: In the Shadow of the Aga Khan )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was early morning, the light of first day barely turning the eastern sky lavender when Aylanna slipped from the rooms of the Aga Khan and made her way to the women's quarters. She knew all the courtesans were still asleep and would be until midday. There was little chance that she would be i...
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Demetrius was sweating heavily now. Having just turned 18, he and the other young men in his village were subject to the annual lottery. This lottery, held once a year, determined which young man in the village would be the sacrifice to the Goddess Aphrodite that year. All young men aged 18 were subjected to the lottery and there were no exceptions. Diana, h...
Rumor had it, and if there was anything Eris followed it was rumors, for there was always some truth in them, that the Citadel of the Cult never slept. And there was some truth to the rumor, but the city, like all cities, did sleep. For most people. There were always guards around, yes, always trainees and newly appointed eager studiers of the old laws...
Rata finished the food that he had made for them. Fish, the yellow fruit that the tablet called bananas and coconut had seemed exotic, but after several risings it seemed almost mundane now. She was bored. Bored of the limited food this place offered. Bored of long risings with nothing to do except swim and read that infernal tablet, when he was not lookin...