Note from the Author: Meant as part of an ongoing series (I hope). I want to send a special thanks to Colleen Thomas. Her work in both The Run, and Voices, helped inspire me to work on some of my own Cyber Punk genre experiences, having been a gamer for fifteen years now. I hope that all will see my sincere attempt at flattery. I also want to thank my editor...
AUTHORS NOTE: Every now and then I'll see a picture that brings a scene to mind. I finally had an opportunity to sit down and write it. If you would like to see the picture which inspired this story, then email me with a critique, good or bad, and we'll go from there. Chapter 1 "Yeah, I scored four goals in just the last six minutes of the match." The yo...
I work in a large industrial plant where various departments have to work together on projects to get the job done right and on time. On this particular project we needed the help or assistance of another engineering department that we normally don't deal with. My job puts me in the position of being an assistant to my department head at times. I don't have...
Dr. Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, spoke in a remarkably clear, focused voice. "Feel your power flow and ebb. Let it rise and fill you, but always be prepared to put a stopper on it. Be aware of how much energy you draw into yourself—for now, allow it to build." Clea, his disciple and student, listened to his words intently. "Yes... it's building nicely...
It had been almost three months since Matt took my virginity. I didn't see him that often outside of class. He was afraid the administration would discover our little tryst. It would mean an immediate dismissal and black mark on any future positions. What parent would want a man who had sex with young girls teach their daughters? Of course I still teased him...
Somewhere in the city there was a piece of hardware that could locate the small slice of moon peeking in through the Westerly clouds. No human eyes could have found it, were any looking. In the old days, these final hours before the dawn would've been blacker than death. As it was, street lights lent humanity a measure of control over the darkness. To add to...
I shifted my leg and the resulting clang sounded loud in the silence. I hadn't counted on the boredom. The hours of nothing to do and no stimulus and sometimes not even light, or sight. Nothing but my own thoughts. Sometimes not even my own voice. I could grunt if I wanted to, but the mouth piece locked into place by leather straps ensured my silence. It wa...
You're driving home to me, your slut. And thinking about me. I have been forgetting that you are my master and not just a boyfriend and you want to remind me who you are. I haven't directly disobeyed you at all in forever, but I have been pushing my luck with the teasing. You come up with a plan and start getting hard thinking about it and your needy little...
Foreword This is a chapter in a series normally filed in Erotic Couplings. This story is a little different. Still, if you just want a quick read about sex, rather than how she ends up hogtied, it starts towards the end of page 2. The story is set in Australia and uses the Australian idiom. And because it has been a contentious issues, Australians more...
The highly polished writing table was uncluttered, the only item encroaching its pristine surface being the letter of application Miriam Hancock had received from Emma Twist, the young woman who now sat stiff backed in the chair facing her. Miss Hancock folded her hands over the pieces of paper and gave the impression of ignoring them as she assessed the ca...