REMINDER- I write long stories; some parts don't have naughty bits, but the parts that do will make more sense if you read the non-naughty bits, too. Also, please be aware this part is Dub-Con and involves some bondage. If you frown on fantasies about that stuff, stop now. Otherwise, happy reading!! -o--O--o- After he realized there were no slippers or s...
I'll start right out and say this much out of the gate. I don't date. Period, end of story. That is to say that I don't go on dates, blind dates, with strangers, as a way of seeking romance and physical intimacy. If I'm on a date with someone, it's because we're already together, and by together, I mean completely. So far, until recently, this has been a rel...
A/N: Disclaimers from the previous two chapters apply. And come on people, leave a poor girl some feedback! :-) It only takes like a minute, if not less. ------- Star Trek: The Next Generation Phasing into Orgasm Ch. 3 ------- When Deanna had come down from her peak Will rose to his feet and released her from her bonds. Wobbling unsteadily on the high he...
Captain's Log, Stardate 87210.7: The Enterprise has entered orbit around a mysterious and distant planet. Two small federation vessels have disappeared in this area and Starfleet has asked us to investigate. The people who live on the planet below are not members of the Federation and may not be willing to assist us. They are a quiet people and have previous...
This idea came to me as I've rereading Carly's Fantasy. I wanted to tell the story from her standpoint and, at the same time, clean up some of my mistakes. I wanted this story to feel a little less rushed and explore a little more of Carly's thoughts and feelings. Consider this story a rough retelling. Both characters have told their recollection of the even...
Anvil Stone had told everything to her cousin Janilyn Lewis what had happened to her in the prairie. Janilyn couldn’t believe her story. “Anvil, what happened to you is incredible,” Janilyn said. “This is a small town and a lot of people knew each other here. There had never been anyone spotted here wearing a Lone Ranger costume. We’ve asked around,” she sa...
Author's note: This is the conclusion of a novella called "Friday Night Alchemy", minus the hundred pages of build-up. Alone at last with Shana all to myself I was at a loss for words. While she went into the bathroom, I put on the kettle and wondered how I might broach the subject of sex. We both knew it was imminent and inevitable but I couldn't just say...
Ship's Doctor Beverly Crusher leaned forward in her chair and took a deep breath. "Go ahead, Beverly," Deanna Troi, the ship's counselor said. Deanna, being half betazoid, could sense something was deeply wrong with her friend. "Well, I'm not sure how to say it, Deanna. It's rather embarrassing" Beverly told her. Beverly's blue eyes darted around the room....
Finally, I've got this chapter to a satisfactory state. As with chapter 5, this chapter was originally two. I decided they would work better if I combined them. It really helped the flow and I'm sure many of you will be pleased that it also increased the length of the chapter. I can make no promises of this being the norm for the future, but it works for thi...
Author's Note: all characters except Galatea belong to the creators of Star Trek and are used without their authorization. This story takes place after my other Star Trek tale (Wa'DIch Ghom). Mature readers only, please. 1996. "Wes, leave her tits alone." Wesley Crusher reluctantly moved his hands. "I wish they were bigger." "They're fine. Trust me." "Tr...