GOODBYES AND GOODLUCKS We didn't go to the spaceport. Instead, we circled around the pyramid that was the former Emperor's home and settled down next to the sleek, angular corvette that had been my prison for subjective days. As the bulky, beetle looking transport settled to the ground, Mal glanced my way from the piloting rig. "Think we can steal that?...
I'm sure I went a deathly pale, as the books are so fond of saying. I still didn't know what the hell he meant, but it sounded far too ominous. I'd asked him what 'come home' meant, and he said he was my home now. How can a person be a home? It struck me as confining, but after all, that's what he was all about. Confining me, physically and psychologically....
Like most nineteen year-old college girls I loved to have fun, but I couldn't always find what I was looking for. I was a sophomore who lived for school, but my romantic life was lackluster. There were boys in my life, but none lit my fire. My best friend was my roommate, Emilie, aka Emmi, from Seattle. During our freshman year the two of us quickly became...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and...
This is the second story in this series, I recommend that you read the first story before this one. ***** "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" My eye flew open and I quickly shot my arm out towards the side of my bed. My hand was frantically scrambling over my side table as I tried to locate my cell phone but it was not there. I sat up and looked at my side table and on t...
PART 3: Happily Ever After? *** So far Saya's birthday weekend was running perfectly. Saya had adored the decorations to her room Thursday. Friday was relaxing and peaceful. Saturday with Lauren was a joyous pleasure-fest. I only hoped we could continue the momentum. Saturday's dinner was heavenly, and after a soak in the jacuzzi, we let our loins rest an...
Story contains disturbing themes, including death and questionable non-consent. [Dedicated to and inspired by the shades of those that have gone before. Small, petty minds can't appreciate greatness but can only attempt to tear it down.] * Of course I'll tell you my story if you're willing to listen, though I doubt it will do much good. Still, if there's...
Chapter 1 Office manager Carole O’Toole called Brick Briggs, one of the four partners of an aggressive Sydney advertising agency, We-Do-it-Differently Multi-Media Advertising, commonly called WDID Advertising. “Hi Carole, have you trained your husband to lick your breasts yet?” said her occasional lover. She ignored that crap comment. “Brick, we have a j...
It was a sunny Saturday in early March, around noon- we got up late due to a late evening Both Amy and I were hanging out in jeans, t-shirts and socks- her long soft dark brown hair in a ponytail ... my hair-long since gone. The kitchen of my duplex still smelled of the French toast feast we had just finished, after a heated debate over the proper vanilla/ci...
Part II - My performance and I denude my denudress Dinner with Martha (conclusion) Back to the present, where I am just done presenting my shaven abdomen to Martha. It met with her approval (and turned us on.) It is her turn now to show me hers. I am excited. It is a rare pleasure. Somehow, it has been a while since I saw another woman's sex at close ran...