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...
There would be no rest for the wicked. Lucas Dorsey tossed and turned in his bed. As did another who rarely slept at all. Beside him chained to a bedpost was his future Bride the lost Ganthorian Princess Kym'Ani. His only child within her. Her first child. Laying there awake and tortured by the fact her baby would be a half breed. Least of all it could neve...
Chrystal Chalice -- What Price for Chrysalis -- Episode One A Short Story by Randy Gonzalez A mustang was symbolic for me. In college I had one and now another one. Nothing like good old American style muscle under your ass. Geezus, the power, the potential and the purr of expectation is intoxicating. Not to mention of course, those pulsating vibrations th...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Hey there, my name is Mark and I wanted to share my story with you. I am a cuckold and my Mistress, Alexis, is a very loving and caring Domme when I am behaving myself and serving her well. But she is wrathful if I am not living up to her expectations. Mistress Alexis and I met at a rock concert. We started talking and were instantly attracted to one anothe...
Chapter One - What Really Happened to Jeremy at Home Jeremy woke with a start. Looking about, his eyes focused on at the gently moving, heavy curtains. A steady breeze, invited by the open screened windows, carried the crisp autumn cool into his room. Thud. Jeremy tossed off the covers and, like a child, raced to look out each window for the origin of the s...
This story is for all the fans and alumni, junior or senior, that had the pleasure of marching and competing in the fraternity known as drum and bugle corps and especially to my fellow past and present members of the Hawthorne Caballeros. RUMP! Kirk July 11, 1976 had been a strange and wonderful day for me. Not only did I turn 21, I met my bosses niece, G...
PROLOGUE: THEIR LAST DAY February 29, 1988, leap day of a leap year, and the day Jay's life leaped into Hell. The day started out fine. It was a Monday so he went to school. Jay was seven years old, in second grade, and lived in a suburban town outside Columbus, Ohio. When he came home from school that day he was lovingly greeted by his mom as usual. Jay's...
Chapter Four. She'd left a clean house -- bedrooms, kitchen, and living room. She'd put everything in its proper place, the dishwasher filled with clean glassware and cups and plates, the dryer with clean laundry. He had no memory of her doing this; he must have fallen asleep after gushing down her throat, right there on the sofa. Or he must have fainted fr...
Letter from the author: This chapter is more about control and domination. There is some sex, but not as much as there usually is in my stories. If you are looking for a stroke story, this is not your story. There are some bisexual/gay elements as well. If you are into the elements I listed, please read on. As always, constructive feedback both positive and...