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...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Written f...
Troi walked down the corridor of the star ship Enterprise. She smiled as she passed fellow crew members. She always was friendly and open emotionally. But as she continued down the corridor, she sensed strong emotion directed to her from the male crew members. She felt as if she was being watched, as if all their eyes noticed her every movement. She turne...
Commander Worf's Personal Log StarDate 57275.2 We are en route to rendezvous with the scientific vessel USS Agustin Stahl, in order to transfer our first officer, Commander Martin Madden, so he can take command as interim captain. Their mission: studying systems closer to the center of the galaxy, where the cosmic forces are very intense, in order to corrob...
Chapter One Deanna Troi awoke slowly to the pleasurable sensation of having her clit licked and a two fingers slowly pushing in and out of her pussy. She reached her hand down and ran it through the head of her lover. "That feels SO nice!" she murmured. Unfortunately this movement made her head throb. Shit, she had drunk much too much Romulan ale before g...
(Note: This story, inspired by the upcoming Picard series, is a one-off departure, set years in the future from the current run of Surefoot stories. The characters, histories and events depicted here are not necessarily what will happen to them in the years to come, not even in the internal universe of my stories) Planet Cait, Shall Clanlands, Stardate 671...
Star Trek Starjumper: What doesn't kill you Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. My e-Mail address at: mean.blackjack(@)yahoo.co.uk If you remove the parenthesis from the @ symbol it'll get through! Please feel free to send me...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 2 Fore, Command Quarters, 0720 Hours: Esek and Kami Hrelle noticed the change in their cub Misha, as they sat together having breakfast in their quarters. The toddler was dressed in the khaki shorts, vest and boots favoured by his latest hero The Crooked Tailed Cub, but he was hardly touching his food, more focused on staring intensely,...
USS Surefoot, Deck 2, Study Room: Sasha told the others about the Nist invitation to the execution of her mother's murderer - but as she did, she could see the beginnings of doubt creeping into some of the faces. Jonas and Kitirik, she expected such reactions, given their passive natures. Neraxis was a surprise, but then the Bolian, for her role as the Squa...