Previously: While investigating a mysterious asteroid, Princess Cassiopeia and her ever loyal chauffer, Fiora Tailwind were captured by the sinister Baron Cyberface. We now rejoin our heroes, trapped with no hope of escape and surrounded on all sides by Cyberface's personal army of all-female bodyguards... *** Princess Cassiopeia and Fiora, escorted by a...
Hallo Lit readers Here is the long awaited part 2. I have brought Enter the Cat up to where TLAS ch 11 started. For fans of this story if you haven't read Enter the Cat you should have a look at it. Please comment and vote. I look forward to ALL comments. Mygypsy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I swallow hard and refuse to let my fear show on my face as Unca...
We were ready to separate the James Cook from the living section two days after Father Ray broke the news to me that he was not landing with us. The solar panels, the liquid oxygen tanks and liquid hydrogen tanks were all in place and providing plenty of power to the living section. I didn't know how long the James Cook's batteries would last or if Joseph c...
When I married my second husband, Ray, I could not believe the freedom I had. My first husband and I were married about seventeen years and sexually he was a real stick in the mud, a boring prude. After him I lived with my boyfriend, Steve, for almost five years. He was fifteen years younger, lots of fun, but VERY jealous!!! Ray was incredible, so nasty!! I...
Hi Folks. First I'd like to thank you guys and you ladies too for all of the comments and letters on last week's story. Some of you seemed to get really upset about it. It left me wondering if your anger was really about the story, or simply your feelings about the theories on birth order. I got a lot of E-mails from people who explained how badly they were...
Pt. 04: The Turning Point Over the next month, Ray and Allison's love life settled into something of a groove. A couple times a week they would have sex at Allison's discretion, which meant either Ray eating Allison's pussy or Allison fucking Ray with a dildo. Ray was increasingly getting used to the strap-on, and starting to feel comfortable with it as a s...
It was hot. Ray was mowing the grass, mostly for lack of anything better to do. He was alone at the house. The wife was at school, their daughter was at her aunt's for a sleepover, and he was doing yard work to keep busy. He looked around from time to time, vaguely watching for people around, maybe cars going by, but there wasn't much activity. The heat was...
"Ow! Goddamit! Fuck!" The rusted bolt Ray Peterson had been attempting to loosen on the 1934 Ford he was restoring abruptly broke loose, raking his knuckles against the vehicles frame. "Why didn't I wear the goddamn gloves?" he muttered, shaking his injured hand. Then he heard barely suppressed laughter; it sounded like a woman. "What the hell?" he mutte...
A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** Almost from the moment she had happily agreed to the excursion, Debra Barone had regretted it. Her father-in-law, Frank, had been given seven tickets to see Placido Domingo perform in a production of "Cyrano." One of his lodge buddies had won the tickets in a contest sponsored by Metamucil or something. H...
"Krewe of Gemini is always the best." I staggered through the front door. Purple, green, and gold beads decorated my neck. I hit the light switch to the living room. "Now it's time to really get drun—" A long legged brunette sat on my leather sofa, cotton canvas shoes kicked up on the coffee table. The lotion on her sun-kissed skin sparkled underneath the...