Author's Note: Heyooo! Here's a quick, fun, sci-fi piece fleshed out from a dream I had recently. Like most of my inappropriate dreams, I woke up before things got good. Even my subconscious is cock-blocking me - hehe. Hope you like! Thank you to the Great and Powerful LaRascasse for his editing voodoo, and to WaterBurn and karaline for taking time out of...
The police officers dropped me off at the Western Promenade. It was a good place to part ways. It was far enough from the South Walk so that they'd have no reason to ask why I was going there, yet close enough so that I wouldn't have to spend the rest of the night traveling on foot. It was close enough as well to condominiums like the Escalades, places that...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 21 == It was not until her new Master's boots finally moved away that Chloe stopped licking. Suddenly Master gave her a swat on her bare backside from his riding crop, and Chloe crawled forward over the threshold and i...
There's another dream in the middle of this chapter. I swear there won't be another after this chapter, but I had to give Maisie her share of flashback time. ;) ---------------------------------------- Maisie slid the last of the empty produce crates into the back of the pickup truck. She huffed out a long breath as she closed her eyes and wiped her brow o...
She seemed agitated as she answered the phone, "What now?" I went to the kitchen as to offer her a bit of privacy in hopes she would be more brazen in her conversation. I fixed her a heavy glass of nothing but grey goose and ice. "If you don't stop bothering me you won't be getting anything from me," she replied. "We'll see about that. You aren't the onl...
Art History "Oh. My. God. If I have to walk through one more museum, I think I'm gonna start screaming." "Sammy, mellow out. What'd you think we'd be doing on this trip? The whole point is to go to museums and look at art." Beth smacked her friend on the upper arm and rolled her eyes. "No. The whole point was to come to Europe and to be...in Europe – no...
For those of you not familiar with the terms, port is the left side of a ship, and starboard is the right side. A Seat at the Table 2230, Deck 19, Battle Bridge, 1721 hours "This is never going to work," Sahar cried. From her post at the Tactical Station, she watched the battle unfold on the viewscreen and console in front of her. Kara, now a Lieutenant,...
This second chapter is by request. I recommend you all first read 'The Recording Studio' from my list of works before reading this Chapter 2. The first story completely sets the scene for this one, which will be a little incomplete and confusing otherwise. Thanks to 2mart4fools for editing and typo hunting. I have freely used her suggestions and ignored...
I'd finally found a new description for the evening's tropical sunset, one not involving the adjectives sultry or fiery, when a small but determined fist smashed into my dinner plate. "Murderer!" The fist belonged to a woman I'd glanced at a few times, as she sat at the bar and as I wrote and scratched out sentences on the back of a cocktail napkin. "Li...
Author's Note: Hey folks, guess who's back! I don't know, I feel like this instalment took a little longer to finish than the others. Is that the case? Anyway, just a few quick things: One, I'd like to extend a big thank you to all of you who commented or emailed me feedback; I'm making a special effort to reply to each and every email that comes with a repl...