Disclaimer:This story contains very explicit sexual content. Those who are not of legal age and/or find this offensive, please do not continue reading. Those who would like to continue reading, please do so. :o) Also note that this story is completely fictional and none of these events have happened nor do any of these characters actually exist as far as I k...
The man floated through space in his cryo-tube, slumbering in a deep dream where years passed in seconds. The cryo-tube's self-contained generator did not produce much electricity from its decaying power core, but it did not need much to perpetuate adiabatic demagnetization and keep his body at near absolute zero within the gel-filled pod, insulated by the p...
For the six or seven readers out there who've been clamoring for a story spun off from A Quickie in the Commodore's Office, here's a cautionary tale featuring Cameron, future guitarist for the Kabuki Hikers, and his adventures just after he graduated from high school. It's weird writing a first-person narrator who's kind of an asshole, but I tried. Enjoy!...
There are only so many ways that you can tell a Loving Wife story without sounding either totally unimaginative, or deeply disturbed. That's the reason why I am moving over to Romance. For those of you who read me - I'm still the self-appointed poet-laureate of nerd-nation. And I still like my stories with a little hot sex and a whole lot of twists and tur...
Chapter 7 "Hey! Anyone home?" I was at Melissa and Cal's front door, banging on the screen door hard enough to rattle the windows. I was grinning for all I was worth. I hadn't seen my friends in a long, long time and I was anxious to see them. I heard the rustle of movement behind the closed door before it was pulled open. "RON!" I couldn't tell at fi...
Part 12 — Eruption by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 12 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond th...
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
I was naïve in believing that divorce would solve all of my problems. My problems had only just begun. Now where did I get this nugget of wisdom? From the same place I get most of my truly wise insights, school. But not just any school. I learned this from what I jokingly call the school of hard knocks. Here I sit in this little airplane seat thinking how...
The phone was ringing at nine in the morning, which was way too early as far as Andi Selene was concerned. She groaned and rolled over in her small apartment, fumbling for her cell. Slitting her eyes against the cold February sunshine coming in through the curtainless window, she answered it. "Hello?" she mumbled blearily. "Andi, darling," came the deep,...
As will be pretty obvious to those who've read my other stories, this is a sequel to "Bad Cop, Worse Cop." I've found I like Mike LaFratta, partly because I can feel good about making horrible things happen to him. Enjoy! * * * So here was the problem with Daniella (and I was embarrassed it had taken me this long to figure it out). In bed she was jus...