Dave took another glance up at the monolithic facade of the “building” he and a few other guards had been hired to watch. There was the chain link fence perimeter several hundred yards away, with a couple more guards guarding the gate. Razor wire at the top and security cameras helped to secure a wide birth around the School for Wayward Girls. The building i...
Chief engineer's log, stardate 64328.4. While performing routine maintenance on the holodeck subprocessors, I noticed something was amiss: someone had tampered with the security protocols. Although, strictly speaking, this is the responsibility of the security department, the nature of the modifications that were made makes me suspect that Lieutenant Poulson...
Silas and Ebony drove into a town for an art supply store. Silas pushed a cart behind her and waited while she picked out all the things she needed to start creating. He watched her look at the ingredients of labels she hadn't heard of and confidently put in products she knew. He offered to pay but she was set on paying her own bill. Ebony was getting more...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: One of the first things taught in creative writing classes is to never admit your mistakes. Bullshit. I fucked up. Yep...again. When I've thanked people in my notes, it's usually been a blanket thanks ("Thank you to the members of my writer's group," and the like). This time, I want to send a special thank you to Nick for pointing out a glari...
I was in a pub with a few friends, Molly amongst them. We had a long-lasting friendship, with, sometimes, benefits. Don't get me wrong - we were not in a permanent arrangement of this kind, but we sometimes would booty call each other. It lasted a few years but never when one or both of us were in relationships. We learned what we liked and we experimented t...
"I'm not real, you know," Nyn whispered into Paula's ear, as they lay naked on the bed after two and a half hours of passionate love-making. Paul nodded against Nyn's shoulder. "I had an idea," she said softly. "But...it...doesn't matter to me...." She put her hand gently over Nyn's left breast and squeezed it. It felt real, as real as any woman's breast sh...
NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, is an interesting concept: write at least 50,000 words in thirty days or less, specifically during the month of November. With an average of 1,666.667 words per day required to remain on track to meet this goal, it truly is a test of quantity over quality. One of my resolutions for 2008 was to "win" NaNoWriMo, despi...
After my weekend back-to-back sessions with Bethany on Saturday and Karen on Sunday, I would have expected to be dragging badly on Monday morning. Why would any graduate student in his right mind sign up for an 8 a.m. class on any day, let alone Monday, Wednesday, and Friday? To my great surprise, however, I awakened Monday morning about 5:30 a.m. feeling r...
Tom had always been a submissive. But living in a small town made it very difficult for him to meet people who shared his interests. This, along with the fact that he was overweight and rather plain looking had kept him from ever having a real relationship...let alone one built on Female Dominance. Due to his inability to find a Mistress to serve, he resorte...
Their prison is under attack, and Shelly, Jessica, and Becky are trying to get out to warn their rescuers about the weakened magic. With enemies around every corner, there's nowhere to run. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 12 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Nowhere to Run The air and world around them went up in flames. A...