The Olympus day was dawning, soon it would warm up. I went over to Ben's diner to get something to eat. I had just finished my meal when Talla turned up with a folder in her hand. She sat down, ordered a beer and handed me the papers. "We are agreed," she said, "the ship is suitable for what we need. Pedro is unhappy with the communications equipment. He ha...
This is my first time putting a story up, please let me know what you think! **This story includes a woman being forcibly sexed with a monster-tentacle-creature. If that's not your jam you should scram.** ***** The engines had long since given out, the tiny planet rushing to greet her. Captain Beal cursed as she worked, sweat and tears spilling from her...
Shane and Carmen: The Novelization Chapter 16 She Feeds Herself On those occasions when Shane had to work late and wouldn't be home for dinner, Carmen sometimes went over to her mother's house in east LA to say hello, catch up with members of her family, and receive a booster shot of her mother's home cooking. "Hey, mom," Carmen said, walking into the ki...
Palmyra Exposed Contents — 1. The Nude Law 2. Nude Law FAQ 3. A Brief History SUMMARY OFFENCES (FEMALE NUDITY) ACT LONG TITLE An Act to regulate public female nudity and to define particular offences relating thereto that may be dealt with in a summary way. SHORT TITLE This Act may be cited as the Summary Offences (Female Nudity) Act. COMMENCEMENT...
Jovita and Hanna sat at a table with a book on Jewish law in front of each of them. Hanna was giving background for the text they were studying, but Jovita's mind wasn't focused on the lesson. Her eyes wandered to the stack of artwork in the corner of Hanna's small apartment. Then they glanced out the window. The autumn weather was inviting, but Jovita was s...
Sex, isn't it grand? Especially considering the amazing wide variety of persons, places and things there are out there to fuel our sexual appetites. Considering the many odd fetishes and sexual practices that people indulge in or fantasize about, erotic writers have a rich fertile place to look for story ideas. Of course this rich fertile place for story...
11 Brad, Lynn, Winston Brad It was getting to be too much, I thought as I stared down at the lights of some city in the Midwest, blinking up from the flat darkness on the flight back to Los Angeles. Although I fly often enough to have considered buying my own jet, I have decided against doing so. Buying two adjacent first class seats gives me ample room...
Note: Please do not think this story is racist against any religion (I hate them all honestly). It is honestly more of a treatise upon our times. Daisy is every bit as much a character straight out of any Saturday or Sunday morning on a London High Street. Take both with a grain of salt. *** Daisy knew she looked rough. Walking down the High Street at seve...
First off, I love Christmas, or I suppose more correctly, the Winter Holidays. But there are two things that I find maddening about them. One, the perhaps heartfelt but stridently expressed view that this time of year belongs to Christians, exclusively to Christians, and none other need apply. There is only one way to enjoy this time of year, and it better w...
We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. -Li Bai, trans. by Sam Hamill The last living thing on Earth sat beneath the bloated red sun, using the energy of the dim rays to turn to the raw elements of its habitat into useful tools for its continued existence. DNA coded for RNA which was turned into proteins, much as it had for b...