Part One: The Quandary Qualified Detective Scott Lansing filled his first cup of coffee of the day and sat in the creaky chair behind his desk. He sipped the hot bitter brew eying the stack of reports all in that special red folder. A detective for the past 11 of his 28 years on the force, he has worked just about all the cases a large metropolitan police...
In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...
Naomi lightly sighed as the entered in the last line of code. One of thousands, colored text stretching for megabytes upwards on the screen of the monitor. From her seat, she glanced over to her years-long labor sitting in the center of the basement. Not much too look at; simply two large metal rings, one at the top and bottom, connected by a pole with com...
Earth Spectre Base, Canadian Rockies August 12, 2019 23:12 PDT (20:12 EDT) People stopped what they were doing and were watching the reunion taking place. Jonathan didn't remember his sisters, and neither did they remember him, for that matter. They were too young. Jonathan was a little over three years old, and his sisters a mere nine days old when thei...
Subdom Inspired by Jace's Trapped Note: If you prefer this story to be between two females, copy the text to a .txt file, open it in notepad, ctrl-H for "Master" and replace all entries of "Master" with "Mistress". In a darkened hotel suite in Dubai, dozens of floors up in the air, a laptop is clicked open. It flickers to life. The desk is bathed in an LE...
Prologue: My name is Alexi Mercer. The camera panned to show a devastated post-apocalyptic New York City. A team of soldiers in black gas masks made their way across the devastate landscape. All around them were creeping red and black tendrils and what looked like used condoms and way too many cum stains. I'm the reason for all this. The camera angle...
Jordan found the ad in a local newspaper. "Needed: Healthy male, age 18-30, for testing of a classified robotic prototype, $400 dollar stipend for selected volunteers" with some half-assed stock photo design and a number to call for information. Jordan's friends laughed when he told them about it, and warned him that it sounded like human trafficking or at t...
I was soaking in the hot tub when Mommy came to me with a business idea, wanting to know my opinion. She laid it out while casually playing with my tits. The proposition was shocking at first, but in the end I couldn't resist the idea. My marketing training and the success we had experienced with my online account would help pave the way. Together we pitched...
Chapter One - Eureka! Dr. Francesca Ranken sat at the dining table of her plush London apartment typing up the day's notes. Her electric blue-painted fingernails tapped her analytical thoughts and conclusions onto her laptop keyboard, the light from the screen reflecting off her glasses. She paused, taking a sip from the wine glass adjacent to her computer....
As she waited in her car, Brenda couldn't believe she was here again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat gave away her apprehension. "My God," she thought. "I'm a happily married wife and mother, why can't I stop doing this." Brenda was the prototype Soccer Mom. She was 33 years old, married 10 years, living in the suburbs with a 9 year old...