We were going home on the evening rush hour underground train from Leicester Square to Morden. It was hot, overcrowded with people pressed up tight barely able to move. I was penned against a glass partition by the door with Nirmala, my wife facing me. The train was slow and kept stopping, the lights flickering sometimes going off completely. Nirmala is 35...
Everyone watched Boswell's Comet for a month as it spun towards the sun. For a few weeks, its spectacular long tail was visible to the naked eye in the night sky. Close to the sun, it was difficult to see and, once completely lost to view, the public lost interest. Only the academics watched it low in the sky around dawn when it reappeared again. It was he...
The moral right of the author has been asserted. © "neonlyte" * * * * * When I was younger, a teenager, I wandered these hills and valleys, emotion stirred, joy and trepidation. On the open moors a sense of freedom, everything before me. In the tight gorges and near overhanging cliffs, I trod with apprehension, fearful of rock fall, unnerved by dimming lig...
It was another hot day in the marketplace. Booths and stands filled the town's plaza but the crowds were small this afternoon. Sonja sold the last of her berries and vegetables to a hungry fellow and decided to close up show since business was slow. She and her teenage son, Miller, began taking down their booth. The scorching rays of the sun hit them when th...
Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business meeting in London the next day. He'd decided to take me to London with him and leave me to fend for myself while he went to the meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something...
Pt. VIII: The Screw Up Janet stood on the corner of 7th Avenue and Readmore as she had been instructed over the phone by someone claiming to be a Follower of Anubis. She knew undercover agents were everywhere, but look as she might she couldn't detect them. Which was a good thing, since she didn't want her contact to spook. She was scared, but at the same...
Disclaimer: It is just a fantasy non-consent erotica with a focus on supergirl fan-fiction, uniforms, lesbians, lesbian incest and slut training. I have downloaded most pictures from the internet with no real world relevance. I do not encourage any non-consent actions against women. It is just a kinky story based on the tv-show with Melissa Benoist. In addit...
"Severe delays on the Northern line," the announcer was saying as I rushed into London Bridge Station; "...signal failure between Camden Town and..." Damn! "Good service on all other underground lines..." And so it was that I was crowding onto a packed Jubilee line train in the middle of the afternoon. It was hot, really hot... that stifling, muggy, still...
I was 19 and at the time was in college in Uxbridge West London, Living locally with an aunt to save money. I had a boyfriend who lived Near Baker Street in London, and one Saturday night I travelled to have a night out of dancing, drinking and maybe a club. The plan was to travel back fairly early on the London Underground (tube) the next morning because I...
He was Johnny Test. Test by name and more often than not by occupancy. He was almost always used by his two genius sisters Susan and Marie as a human lab rat. Testing experimental inventions on him that they would never think to use on themselves. Oddly enough, he never had a problem with that. Since he always tended to need something from them, which they a...