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...
He had himself shielded in a dark corner of the pub upstairs, so much so that I nearly didn't notice or recognize him. But his eyes rolled up toward me just as I walked toward waiting friends. They would wait, and if they saw him understand. With the drums shaking the floor from the stage below, I wove unsteady steps to his table. Offering my hand across it,...
Natasha Ch. 2: Formerly Known as The Prince It was a fairy tale sunset, the sun dipping behind the purple hills casting fluorescent rays of orange and red across the clouds, pink and yellow and orange and purple and red in the waning light. The castle at the end of the valley fit in nicely, its tall white towers pink in the sunset light. Boris and Natasha...
Clara awoke to hear a low humming sound all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a cool plastic bed that gently pulsed with white light. The bed was situated in the middle of a large, circular control room, with many panels and computer screens al...
The day started much as it had done for the past seven years or so. The alarm sounded and received it's usual savage beating. Meg growled, wriggled a little and shimmied her butt into my groin. Purring as she spread her legs just a crack to allow my dawn horn to slip along her pink bits and nestle into a warm thigh embrace. An inexplicable 'nine' minutes la...
She pushed send and the proposal was off, following its path of electrons to the desk of a potential client, dragging along with it with our hopes for a project we would be perfect for. "Done. Finally!" she exclaimed, followed immediately by a sigh. "We did good work today," I said, proud of the both of us. "We work well together." She glanced at me an...
She felt good. Strong, in control, with the constant urge of her hunger to keep her on edge. She looked good. Her costume, her body, her presence were the bait for the trap that she was. The trap had never failed. Soon it would spring again. She searched for a man. A certain kind of man - a man who would fall beneath the spell of her imperious will, who wo...
This story is based on fact. See if you can spot the point where fact becomes fiction. * It was almost 8pm one warm Tuesday evening in autumn and my wife Annie and I were expecting a casual friend to call in for a drink after dinner. A younger man than me, Tom was no pin up but, as Annie had confided, women found him attractive with his piercing blue eyes...
(After my mother passed it became my duty to look through her possessions and to discard or to distribute to siblings what I found. This seems to offer insights into her relationship with Father that would surprise me if I didn't know she wrote it for him. As a woman I paused at some of the language and perspective but believe is explained as an offering to...
EPILOGUE - PART 2 We didn't waste time in the office. This was to crown the last day, night and the achievement of humiliating my ex-girlfriend and getting her out of my life. We hadn't quite planned this, but did know walking downstairs to here that it would be rough, even for us. "Be your slut?" she asked opening the door to the office. There was my wood...