Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. Celestra collapsed on the floor, facedown, her large breasts pressed against the rough carpet of her quarters. The stocky engineer had held herself upright as long as Sulmad was pounding her ass, but as soon as he dumped his load in her, she fell forward...
Jeannette Saint-Mathieu here. In case the name doesn't ring a bell, it should. I am the Haitian Strapon Goddess of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Currently, I'm enjoying a nice vacation from the Canadian Revenue Agency. I went to the island of Saint Lucia for a few days. Even though I am a Canadian citizen now, I can never set foot in my homeland of Haiti. I c...
According to the most sacred rules of Islam, the man is supposed to be the head of the household and the woman is supposed to be submissive to him. Well, that's not how it plays out in real life. Sometimes, the woman in the relationship is stronger than the man, and it is my belief that if she is worthy of the mantle of leadership, then she should be the lea...
Fed's scream echoed through the ship. Sylvia and Melinda rushed to the cargo bay to witness Horatio place a tourniquet on Fed's mangled leg. "Karch we'll need a captain's override on the medications." Melinda said over the intercom. "Done." Karch replied. Melinda and Sylvia picked up Cook while the two attendants, uniforms stained with blood, carried Fed...
(Should note this is my first story, so progress might be slow and changes will be constant :'D) Cerberus is the largest colony built on Pluto to date. With a population bordering 5 million people all shoved into one, outdated colonization bubble, resources have been limited, and those who hold the most, hold the most power. The police do exist, and even a...
Another night in this dreadful town. Sometimes I wonder why I came here in the first place. My name is James Bien-Aime. I was born and raised in the town of Newton, Massachusetts. In September 2010, I had the world on a string. I was a freshman at Boston College and life was good. I had everything in the palm of my hand. I was a second-string quarterback on...
Chapter 12. EPILOGUE Six Months Later . . . Ludlow looked up from where he was reading the evening paper by the fireplace. The ubiquitous Gabrielle stood demurely in the doorway, announcing her presence with a small clearing of the throat. The young woman wore her customary outfit; black fishnet body stocking, black patent leather stiletto-ed heels, and a...
I sometimes wonder if perhaps Iblis the Djinn was justified in his hatred of mankind when he defied the Will of Allah and refused to bow before Adam. The Creator favors us but we are such a wicked breed, are we truly worthy of His mercy? My name is Bilal Ansari and I am a Muslim brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sometimes the conduct of my fello...
"Buffalo, New York, now there's a city where I wouldn't send my worst enemy, I'd just shoot him instead," Chief Michel Montague said, and the stocky, dark-skinned, taciturn Haitian made a gesture of distaste. After walking around town for an hour, and seeing so many boarded-up houses, he felt like hopping on the nearest bus, train or plane out of there. Seri...
Ada Beech poked her bowl of kimchi with a flimsy plastic fork. A staple of North Korean cuisine, the traditional dish of salted and fermented vegetables seemed to be all that was on offer aboard the carrier Baekdusan. Even seasoned with gochugaru, spring onions, garlic, ginger or jeotgal, the monotony of the same food day in and day out was beginning to mak...