The premise of this story was fun, but after nearing the end of this sequel, I questioned the value of making it into a series. Probably not, so I hope it's left on an interesting note. Feedback is always appreciated, even for these highly-fantastical, silly romps. Quick warning. There are elements of this story that may be incestuous in nature, so if that'...
All comments are welcome and wanted, though the more constructive are more so!! Though if you won't comment at least vote that way I get SOME response. ************** "I SAID NO LARIA!" Brian snarled at a pouty Laria. "And DON'T think that since we're separated by a few thousand miles and a view screen you can get away with what you're about to do." "And...
In order to understand the characters, you should probably read chapter one first. Aside from that, if you haven't read the any of the other stories, don't worry; you can enjoy this without reading them first. If you've read any of the others and enjoyed them, thank you. In case you haven't, the main thing you need to know is that Elise is a rather naive, s...
Abel Miller checks his console when the vacuum klaxon finally cuts off, but there's still no advisory that it's safe to leave his quarters. The scientist had immediately contacted his wife when the breach protocol activated. He knew she was safe only a few doors down in one of the emergency crash couches. Resisting the urge to contact her again in case she h...
Chapter 4: Lacie's Evening Lacie left Callie's room, following Bridget down the hall towards Tara's. Lacie stepped through Tara's doorway, glancing around the room. There was a spare folding chair by the door, and after a short struggle, Lacie managed to juggle the clothes she was carrying and get the chair set up without dropping anything. Looking around,...
First, let me say I am NOT a pervert! I am serious, I really am not. Not one bit of that was my fault. But things happen sometimes, I guess. So on to my story. It was just a party, I happened to run into my friend Jerry at the tavern. That was an accident too, I was just down there to shoot some pool and see if there were any girls around. You know, to t...
Monday morning, another day at the office. Two days ago I was a car show model. Now I was back in the real world: my position as a marketing executive. Already the events of Saturday seemed distant, almost surreal. I had spent a lazy Sunday going through the newspapers, cleaning the flat, getting my house in order, so to speak. The things that had happened o...
To my reader, it was wonderful hearing from a number of you, a few not so wonderful. I was happily surprised by how many of you said you’d miss my stories. It was a joy to hear some of you say I was your favorite author. I thank you all. This is only a temporary reprieve, my rejection becomes your gain, I really don’t think there well be any more stories...
Before we continue with Tukiko's story lets go chase a few rabbits! By that I mean, let's leave the Tukiko story and follow a distraction along the way. My partner has always had a fascination with bikinis. He likes looking at us girls wearing them. He likes helping us buying them too. And he always seems to choose the right one. I have a few now, all broug...
The rest of the week was more hectic than ever. We finished up with the interviews hiring four more girls. We also hired Carson, a black male. He was a former model who’d also played football in college. Carson had retained his muscular physique from his college days. He was just over six foot tall and bald. He shaved his head every day, something women like...