The privacy glass of Hannah Riven's apartment pulsed faintly with a heartbeat of city light. Neon veins ran through the polymer walls, bleeding cyan and vermilion through the frosted panes. Her apartment was a narrow tower cell, lined with repurposed data terminals, neural jacks, and the twitching filigree of illegal code tattoos stretched across modular sur...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 8 Harmony and Unity obviously did their homework; George came home to find Unity swiveling her perfect little ass to Doro's Kiss Me like a Cobra, and unhooking her faux leather bra. She gave one wild swing to her hair, tousling it wildly, and the...
The following is a plan for a neoPagan wedding celebration. It is based upon the one I wrote for me and my wife when her exhusband drug his heels enough that their divorce was obviously not going to be final by the time that we'd scheduled the wedding. So, we had a celebration *of* our marriage as opposed to the marriage itself. I figured he'd screwed up his...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 George 'Papillion' Papil looked out his kitchen window in shock as three police cruisers crowded onto the lawn of the rental house next door. He slipped on his bathrobe and stepped out onto his small porch just in time to see Bubba Watson, a...
Dear Shoeblossom: I come home from work, pulling up in my BMW Z4 Roadster, and the gardener greets me respectfully "Mr. Wegg, how are you?" I grin at him. Yes, Palmer Wegg is a hot shot in this thriving Midwestern city... and when I go in the house I am pleased to see my pretty wife Zenobia relaxing on the divan. "Hello, Pom." She greets me, smiling. Z...
Javier laid his head briefly on the steering wheel before getting out and walking to the farmhouse door. It turned out that missing a couple days of class and homework was no joke. Esther seemed to be catching up fine, but two days after their escape from Oregon he felt like he'd barely spent time with her. That first night, of course they'd been too exhaust...
The one emotion that presided in Unit P-72X's computer mind as her cylindrical canister fell down through the air was disappointment. She honestly wasn't sure who it was for, though. She wasn't sure if she should be disappointed with herself for not living up to standards, or for her owner for not willing to deal with a sex toy that had gained emotions, thou...
JR opened his mailbox, expecting the usual bills and random advertisements that he would just throw away once he got back into his house. In the middle of the stack of papers jammed into his mailbox by the careless mailman was a manila folder. The folder instantly grabbed his attention. JR read the mailing address. This wouldn't be the first time he got mail...
The morning comes. Paul Grimes wakes up and gets out of bed. He looks at his wife Sheila as she lies on their bed. Sheila is a tall, plump woman in her early forties. Her hair is light blond, her eyes a pale blue and her skin bronze. This Irish-Italian dame was a real beauty once. Lately, things hadn't been great between Sheila and Paul. For starters, they w...
The name is Katelyn Roark. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and heavyset, deliciously big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a district attorney with the Brockton City Prosecutor's Office. Just another straight-laced White female professional in a conservative business suit. That's me. All day, I'm prim and proper. When n...