Chameleon Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! "Ouch." "OUCH!" "Damn." "DAMN!" "Shit!" "SHIT!" "FUCK!" "FUCKING SHIT! That hurts!" Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Splat! "FUCK!" "FUCK!" "FUCK!" "OOOO! That is disgusting!" A friend back at the Alien Studies Society (and on Hentai, my home world, the name does not have the acronym of ASS, but un...
It's tough being a God, ladies and gentlemen. People think it's all power and glory but they forget about the one thing which drives everything among intelligent beings. The pernicious and inescapable fabric of politics. That's why I left Home, and came to the planet Earth. I have built a new life for myself in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I'm J...
For those not familiar with Playboy magazine, Asa Baber writes a column on men each month, usually a masculinist interpretation of relationships with women. His essay in the December, 95 issue was titled "multisexual in 1996," and started as an exploration of bisexuality when one of his old cronies confessed to a new found sexual identity. However, Baber ran...
John's mind was wandering as he rode through the rough mountain country. He was only a few miles west southwest of Colorado Springs, Colorado but, for all intents and purposes, he was alone in the world. There was no sign of other people or civilization. As he rode he thought about the recent past and wondered if he could have done anything to prevent the he...
They who live for, need, desire, and are addicted to orgasms. INTRODUCTION These beings are the SLINK, or simply SLINK. They are a prolific race of beautiful women whose reason for being is simply to have orgasms as mush as they can, anyway they can, for the duration of their life-spans which can last for tens of thousands of years. The male gender has nev...
What am I? Man, God or Monster? Messiah, Impostor or Savior? Those are the questions I've been asking myself lately. I thought I knew who I was. Jacob LeJeune. Son of Samson and Evelyn LeJeune of Boston, Massachusetts. A Haitian-American student enrolled at Wilkinson College. A decent Volleyball player. A lover of Japanese comics, especially anime. That's me...
(Inspired by Seduced On The Bridge by Little White Mouse) "Oh! My! God! We're on a spaceship!" What else could it be? The room was right out of Star Trek; circular, with walls festooned with consoles and display screens, flashing multicolor lights and strange hieroglyphics. The ceiling was a dark gray with vented air ducts arranged like a chessboard. Four...
For years, men (and women) had lusted after her. At twenty-eight years old, it made no sense to most people that Kelli was still single, that she rarely ever dated, or that she spent virtually all her evenings at home... alone. I was one of the many people baffled by this fact. As her neighbor, Kelli had somehow come to trust me – at least enough to care f...
Bodegraven, Amsterdam, Monday, 07 October, 2052 07:35 Marcus was confused. Should he try to get Agnes his robotic maid back from the fundamentalists or just let her die? After all she wasn't a real person, she was just a machine. Losing her shouldn't be more traumatic to him than losing a phone or calculator. But could he just let her be ripped apart just...
To my fellow mundane humans--especially the men: It's a raw, well-worn cliche at this point to reference A.C.C.'s quote that "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"; I know. Thing is, that's the best way to describe what Femenalia is and how a human--even one living in the early 21st century--will experience the kind...