This is the sequel to Enterprise Ch. 1 and 2 written by freedom666. Since he hasn't posted a story in over a year, I took it upon myself to write number three. This is my first attempt at a story, so let me know what you think... I stood outside of T'Pol's quarters just waiting for a few crewmen to clear the corridor so I could stealthily sneak in. These la...
Author's notes: I'm no stranger to writing fiction or smut, but this is my first "true" smut story, so please be kind with any feedback. I love JAG, but despise Mac. This is my opportunity to reveal her for how I truly saw her. Summary: Things are not what they seem when Mac is summoned to the General's office. ****** Sarah 'Mac' Mackenzie was an attracti...
It was done. She'd put her hands around to her back to unclasp her bra but then she'd stopped and come over and pulled her drapes shut. I know she didn't see me. I had my lights off and my window was just one of a whole bank of them in a high rise across a city street canyon from her high rise. She did this nearly every evening. First the uniform and then th...
Counselor Troi was on this unknown plant for the 5th day since her crash here. She was in her Starfleet uniform walking through a jungle of some kind that felt like a forest on earth that she had visited as a young kid. She was out of her short term rations and her communications on the crashed shuttle was broke and nothing electronic would work including ph...
I: Brigid and the Patriot's Day Parade "Thbbb! ... Th-thbb!" He licked his lips and tried again on next group of sixteenth notes, pressing against the mouthpiece that felt like a block of ice no matter how much he blew into it. Even through his full-length wool uniform, and the long underwear, he could feel the frigid wind knifing right through him. It...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan March 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***************...
I regularly travel to a European city on business trips. I always stay at the same hotel, just a couple of streets away from the city's red light district. In the sex shop and brothel lined streets there's one destination I head for - that famous, or perhaps more correctly infamous, club. "STRIPTEASE! LIVE ACTS! GIRLS!" Reads the flickering neon sign above...
As interviews go this was probably the strangest and most gratifying I had ever attended. The qualifications required it seemed, were something along the lines of being young and cunt-struck, being able to operate a security/surveillance network and be turned on by the sight of old people engaging in various sexual escapades. Finally having the ability to be...
A few weeks passed since I moved to London, I had a few weeks before university. I had been kept busy with my waitress job, and the escort and stripping job was boosting my cosmetic surgery fund. The escort work, had led to a couple of shags, but for the most part my sex life had trailed right off. One night I was working busting tables at the restaurant, t...