"I'm going down alone. End of discussion." Grayson strode to the far side of the shuttle to continue her checks. Hendon followed. "Beginning of discussion," he argued. "It's too dangerous." Grayson gaped at him. After everything we've been through, you think taking a shuttle planetside is too dangerous?" "I was referring to the Fed presence." "That's why...
Brody held his saber tightly. He took comfort in the hum of his anti-projectile energy shield as he wiped the sweat from his face. In the microgravity, the droplets floated away, little undulating orbs for the atmosphere filter to deal with. 'Am I shaking?' he thought. 'I am. Shaking like a little child.' He realized it without shame. Every deep-space merc...
I tugged at the bow and it fell lightly to either side of the large box. I slowly removed the lid, terrified of the contents, which felt ridiculous but based on previous events I knew I wouldn't be keen on whatever was inside. There were multiple bags with pink numbers written on them. I opened number one and found a note which I grabbed and began to read....
This is the thirty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alter...
Chapter 3 - Out of the Frying Pan The third planet in the Antares system was in midst of being terraformed by the Federation. It had a small population of colonists, who gathered in small settlements such as the Space-Port of Port Redland. It also had a transient population of traders, workers and criminals that you would normally find at a backwater spac...
My Mistress and I like to visit the beach when it is hot out. We find the cool ocean water to be a nice relief from the heat. As an added bonus it encourages other people to do the same so we can observe and have fantasies about the sexy people we see on the beach. I am 45 and my Mistress/wife is 34 and we have a 24/7 D/S relationship. I am a 6'3" tall bea...
Josh is eyeing, with slightly bleary suspicion, a brightly colored thimble of liquid the barman just deposited in front of him. Throbbing music is pounding from thin ribbons of speakerfilm dangling like flypaper, strung liberally from wildly coruscating light fixtures. He's found refuge in a booth at the edge of the club, taking a break from the throng of of...
Chapter 1: Overcloned Streek shambled into mess room of the Star ship and yawned. The strong aroma of coffee hit him and he moved toward the coffee machine. Ben had already made a pot of coffee, which only involved pressing a button on the machine. It was just past nine hundred hours, Standard Galactic Time. While traveling in through space you couldn't te...
SWTOR: A Smuggler, Not A Patriot: Prologue: A Famous Face Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. Lamalla Rann licked full lips as she spoke. After insulting, waving away and finally attempting to hire the smuggler, she was now negotiating. A bit of seduction never went awry, except when it d...
Prologue: There Are Limits Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. * Ensign Peters was dead. When Sulmad had threatened to go to his superior, he'd gone for his blaster. Fool or not, slow or not, ally (allegedly) or not you pulled a blaster on the smuggler, you died. Shooting to wound was...