I thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. My editors, who hail from across the pond kindly pointed out a couple of words that could well confuse some readers: Rogering = Shagging = Copulating : Bristols = Rack = Front suspension = Breasts or tits, if you like. * Don't they all say 'Hindsi...
She fingered the knife hidden in her sleeve for comfort. Surely she would have to use it before this night was through. The people she had been brought in with had already begun to disperse. The stronger ones with a swagger went off to find a space for themselves, others breaking off into pairs or small groups for safety. She had no one, though, and had mad...
In the year 2217, almost every task that was once performed by humans has been automated, now no one works. Everyone lives a life of leisure, and just order the machines around. There are regular flights to Alpha Centauri B by the wealthy, and time travel is a favorite vacation form of entertainment for everyone else. Due to medical advances there are now f...
Author's Note I recently started a loose set of dystopian, near-future, speculative fiction stories in a series called 'Sara's Secret War'. The overall collection focuses on an all-female group of revolutionaries, as they take up arms in a fight against a corrupt and oppressive government. The first tale in the series, 'Sabine, Mother of the Revolution',...
Part 1: The Girls of District D Mike groggily walked out of the bathroom, applying shaving cream to his face as he made his way to the kitchen. The cream quickly eliminated this morning's stubble, leaving him completely clean-shaven without any effort on his part. He actually still preferred to use a razor, but according to Michelle "everyone who lives in...
The thing with these chintzy little coffee shops and thatched Tudor type tea houses is that they attract a better class of patron. One tends to tire of the 'greasy-spoon' type of establishment after a while, the transport caff, the Mc D Meggamuff joints with their coffee served in a mixing bowl sized cups, the inane chatter of airhead teens, the appalling ma...
Thanks to all of you for returning! This chapter is all plot - fair warning. Steve150177 has continued to be unfailingly dedicated to giving you all the story in my head and I appreciate it. I will concede this bit of consolation to those who fear Ciara's new path away from her hunky, although often misguided, men. I like Damien and his Brothers. I've trie...
This took me a while to write due to circumstances beyond my control. I finally finished Sunday or rather Monday morning at about 1 in the morning. I apologize beforehand for not going back and editing. Sorry about that, but I promised the story by Tuesday and the only way for that to happen was to upload what I had as it was Sunday night. Thank you for unde...
John and the girls settled into their places on the bridge and a few minutes later the Invictus dropped out of Hyper warp in the Ashana system, the centre of power in the Ashanath Collective. There were in the presence of a single star and it bathed the holographic system map in a warm yellow glow. Ashana was a small reddish orange planet out on the sixth or...
Author's note: This is the sixth Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible - Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but after those two, the Convertible stories are standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. •All sexual activity in this story is between peo...