We arrived in Mexico, to a small town about forty miles from Mexico City. Culture shock doesn't begin to describe it. I knew I was in a different world when I asked where the quality control equipment was stored, and they took me around back, to where it was still sitting in the shipping crates, in the weather, Some of it was ruined. There was also a twent...
Author's note 1: In this story, Spock engages in intense BDSM. If you don't want to see Mr. Spock behaving in such a fashion, do not read this story. Author's note 2: My characters always talk for eons before they get down to business. (I can't IMAGINE where they get that from. :D ) So if you want a story with mostly action, this is really not the story for...
A.N. Thank you for returning! If you are just joining me and want to start from the beginning of the story, please at least make it to chapter two before you make any final decisions. In a few chapters I will see about learning how to resubmit that first chapter and fix a few of its issues. ~~~ SILVANUS: "Howdy," came a sleepy mumble from above him. Silva...
Book 1, Chapter 15 -- Sacrifice and Grief ***** "The target planet is Virmire. You may have heard of it, though perhaps not. The Alliance was, at one time, seriously considering this as a planet worthy of colonisation, equivalent to an Eden Prime or an Elysium. Unfortunately, it is located in just the wrong position, as it would take an incredible defensiv...
Thank you all for everything you've said about my stories, I really appreciate it. Here's another one that I hope you all enjoy. It is a fictional story, as are all of my tales so; be sure to remember that anything CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional tale. Oh, and don't forget to vote; and remember that, as always, I pray that you all find peace and G...
We have a saying in the area where I grew up and still live; if you don't like the weather, hang on a minute. The people giving the weather on the news are viewed as something of a joke, through no fault of their own really. The fact is that if a wind whips down out of the North Pole or up from the gulf, there is just nothing to stop it or even slow it down...
Jarrik's last memories of Boston were neatness and politeness. The stainless steel tweezers to turn the needle for the suture were sparkling. The boundaries of the surgery site were formed by straight lines of medical tape. Skin was inside the rectangle. Outside the rectangle was a blue sheet with the fold marks from storage. The anesthetist was sitting on a...
Hello, before we begin I'd like to take a moment to provide a brief introduction to the story. There are some dark undercurrents to the story, nothing involving physical abuse or non consent, but dark nonetheless. This isn't erotica without eroticism but there are some negative feelings that intrude on the sexuality at points. I think stories can be a usef...
The Meeting I sat in the Pavilion, waiting. I looked up at the atrium of rooms, the various carts scattered about, the maids pushing open doors to change the sheets, sniff the sheets and collect the pool for who had the most rooms with sex in them. The thought bounced around inside my head and I pulled my eyes down from those lurid heights and scanned the s...
(Intro) My hopes with this added -and final chapter to this story is to create a bridge into the sequel currently being written... Again... I write long and slow because I choose to and if this is NOT your cuppa'... then I suggest you move on and find a quick wank elsewhere... Again – again... All Negative "Anonymous" comments will be removed post haste...