Seeing that one of the science fiction tv series uses a Holodeck to create any scenery or time period I thought I'd use it to go back to 1967 but use today's digital camera technology to capture what was missed (for instance all the stockings on display due to the nature of the fashion with everyday women). So I programmed the Holodeck to take place at a da...
Dear readers, this is a long slow build of a story. I hope you like the effort at a realistic scene setting. As for the realism, perhaps it is a bit idealistic, but I hope credible? Please comment, and if it does well? I promise to return and finish Unca B off in a slightly more unreal way. Heh heh heh. This is fiction from beginning to end, no real people...
Emily Woods has been known to describe herself as an abused wife, not because of what her husband does to her, but because of what he refuses to do for her. Specifically, he won't do the sexual acts with her that she loves, and even referred to them as "wicked perversions of God's wondrous gift of sex" the only time she ever mentioned them. Emily knew there...
"God damn kid. How many times have I told him to not leave anything in the car." Charles picked up the bag of fast food from the passenger seat floorboard and walked it to the trash. He had loaned his car out to his oldest son for a big date last night and this was how he treated it. Well it would be a long time till he gets to borrow the car again. That's f...
It's a bit dated now. You can't smoke in cinemas any more. And 'X-rated' is British X-rated not American. In most stories now the couple would be fucking in public after the first paragraph - with a crowd watching, but I like the slow tentative will-she, won't-she seduction. If this turns on a 'Caroline' out there please send comments. I will reply. The firs...
Darkness. And thus it begins. As it begins every night. Alone. Always alone. I can smell her stir in the room next to mine. I can hear her cry in bloody streams. I know she wants me. I can feel the heat from her loins from where I wake. But this she'll never have. I'm not one to tame. I draw the curtains back. It's still vaguely light outside, remnants of t...
He didn't know what woke him. Maybe it was the soft sigh of a floorboard outside his door, a whispered breath, or the subtle rustle of silk. He knew only that he was awake, suddenly, his lanky frame sprawled under austere linen sheets on a narrow bed beneath a window limned with frost. The crescent moon in the darkness shed just enough light to set the ice o...
The door shuts out the howling wind and snow behind you. A woman in sheer fabric stands from a stool behind the counter to the left. Seated around a fire central to the main entrance, several men straighten in their leisure, eyeing you up and down. Their armor is in various states of removal as they swallow ale from tankards, their beards drizzled with the s...
20/March 1:00pm Dear Diary. Although I slept alone last night, there was a note on my mirror when I woke up, so I'm guessing that things might start getting back to normal. Here's hoping! Here's the note: ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pet, Don't forget about dinner tonight. Order Chinese take-out, but remove...
Thanks for the positive feedback on the first part! I’ve wanted to start writing for years now, and it’s good to know that I can still put a sentence or two together. Jack awoke with a smile on his face for the first time in years. He remembered watching the woman in the gym and jacking off in the spa. He managed to get through his training that day, despit...