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The board meeting was essentially the same as one of the Tabor clan’s family forums. The same people were there, only more of them, now that Solar City was fully operational. It lasted almost an hour; plans made several years ago now being put into effect.
Assignments were given to the Femme Fatales and Tomlin Security, which had relocated to Solar City several years ago with the collapse of the Supreme Board of Directors.
The main entrance into the underground community was Tabatha’s new home for the duration. With her ‘time-slip’ shield capabilities, she was the strongest defense for the city’s most vulnerable entry point. Every vehicle entering the city would have to be inspected from now on. Refugees would only be allowed if they had something to contribute – preferably skills, now that the city’s primary source of wealth, raw ore, was becoming redundantly valueless as there was less and less civilization capable of processing it into something useful.
Tanya was ‘backup’, now that Tabatha had a point position at the entrance into the mountain. Béla and Lisa, both capable of independent flight, were assigned reconnaissance. It was their jobs to keep the solar panels and everything outside their mountain stronghold secure.
The security guards provided by Tomlin were more of a military unit, now, and were stationed around the perimeter of the newly constructed launch platform for the space capsules still being tested on the ground. The platform was a two-mile long railed ramp running up the backside of the mountain the city was located beneath. It was completely camouflaged, undetectable by spy-satellites and hard to recognize for what it was even standing next to it on the ground.
Surprisingly few people came into the mountains from Denver. The city didn’t blow up and most people decided it was easier to live together in squalor than to make their way somewhere else. The news from everywhere was bad, so it didn’t seem to make sense to pick up and leave just to discover how much worse off you could become.
The first space capsule was launched two months later. After that, construction of new capsules was proceeding at the rate of one every six months. Once in space, the capsules were attached to each other, creating a space station that would eventually become the ship that would take them all to a better place.
Over the next ten years, a magnetic drive was perfected that would power the orbiting space station-slash-spaceship. During that same period, a ‘transport’ device was developed using alien technology; actually hooking the Praetor up to two ‘cyclotrons’, one on the orbiting station and one in Solar City.
No technology on Earth could compare to a Praetor’s microminiaturized ‘living’ brain to enable personnel to move instantaneously back and forth from the space station to the town. This was the same technology that had been used on the great ship for emergency transporting of personnel. Now, the space capsules only handled items that were too large for the transporter.
By now, there were probably less than a billion people left on earth. The remnants of the coastal cities were flooding as the polar ice caps melted. There were three major areas of civilization still extant, of which Montreal in Canada was the hub on the North American continent. The rest was a wilderness of ruined cities and towns where roving bands of marauders raided and stole what they needed to survive from each other.
The largest of these bands, calling itself the Confederacy, was beginning to establish order in what had been the southern states. It was, from information gleaned from refugees, a harsh, militant group determined to insure the survival of mankind even if they had to kill every last dissident alive. Volunteering in their ever-growing army was a sure way of ensuring that you would be fed and your family would be taken care of. Despite its harsh, militaristic rule, it was very popular, offering itself as the only viable salvation for mankind.
Surprisingly, most of the army was put to use farming and constructing underground shelters. There was no fuel for machinery, so everything was done manually, including plowing and cultivating crops. With the amount of organized manpower involved, it became relatively successful in a dying world.
Unfortunately, there was nothing that Solar City could offer the Confederacy or the Montreal district in exchange for food or produce. There wasn’t enough room on the ship being constructed in orbit to hold more than the population inside their mountain stronghold and with all the abandoned machinery covering the planet, raw, unprocessed ore had no real value.
“IT’S EMPTY!” Jackie yelled, as loud as she could. Empty-empty-mpty-pty-ty-y echoed through the round, twenty-meter-wide cylinders making up this section of the space station. Part of Jackie’s self-created job, along with Béla’s Praetor, was to design the insides of this giant donut of a ship into a habitable cocoon for a town-full of people.
Right in the center, attached to the space station with high-grade steel conduits and causeways, was where the Magnetic Drive would go. In the center of the ship, it would magnetically affect all parts of the ship equally, causing less stress on the ship’s structure during maneuvering. The living quarters would be in the two center sections, with eight sections surrounding them to provide protection from solar radiation.
Unlike the ‘old ones’ great ship, this small tubular station had no artificial gravity plating. The elements needed for gravity plating didn’t exist in this solar system except for whatever might be left in the wreckage of the great ship, wherever it might be drifting, now.
If someone wanted to make gravity plating, they would have to catch a quasar, where most of the anti-gravity, anti-matter elements resided in this universe. The more practical method was simply to duplicate quasar conditions in a laboratory and recreate those elements, which was what the old race had done. But that was far beyond the capabilities of mankind, even with the Praetor’s knowledge of how it could be done. There was simply too large a gap in technological capabilities between the two civilizations.
‘Incoming traffic, ‘ the Praetor announced in the minds of everyone aboard the space station. Several people suddenly appeared on the transport platform, along with pallets of building material and some machinery. Jackie was surprised to see Béla among the people climbing down from the platform.
‘Okay, ‘ Béla thought at the Praetor, loud enough for Jackie to hear, as well. ‘I’ve even done it now, and I still don’t understand it! How did I get here?’
Béla honestly tried, but she was unable to fathom how the Praetor transported solid objects from one point in the physical universe to another. She remembered the first time she ever saw a Praetor transport something. It was such an alien concept that she believed that the person transported had been horribly vaporized at her request.
‘The circuitry is called a ‘Focal Press’, ‘ the Praetor replied, sounding somewhat superior. ‘The theory behind it is that matter is simply energy suspended in space and shaped by tremendous forces acting against it, causing the energy particles to bond with other similar particles gravitationally and electro-magnetically.’
‘I don’t understand, ‘ Béla thought back at it, perplexed. ‘What kind of force can turn energy into matter? And why does it ‘bond’?’
‘The amount of force required is more that can be applied with the physical universe in its present state. However, the theory enabled the construction of the Focal Press, and the device works.’
‘But, ‘ Béla desperately needed to know, ‘HOW does it work?’
‘The Focal Press takes the outermost particles of the object to be transported and collapses them down into a single central point. The rest of the particles follow suite. It is not entirely understood why this occurs, but it has something to do with how particles bond to each other. This ‘single point’ is then transmitted to a distant cyclotron, which fires it against a barrier at the speed of light. The single point containing all the particles of the object passes through the barrier and reconstitutes back into a solid object.’
‘But, why?’ Béla asked. This device was simply beyond her understanding of the physical universe. It simply violated too many natural laws. ‘If I were to take, for example, a pallet of bricks and transport them somewhere, what happens to the mass and weight of all those bricks?’
‘To begin with, ‘ the Praetor stated, and it was definitely being haughty with her, now, ‘a brick doesn’t have enough internal structure to maintain its integrity during transport. It will revert into its original material. Highly refined metals and living tissues are the most resilient materials to transport, maintaining almost one hundred percent integrity.’
‘You mean stuff gets lost during transport?’ Béla asked, incredulous. ‘Somebody could lose a kidney or something?’
‘You may lose a few atoms of material, ‘ the Praetor replied. ‘It is of no consequence. Your question was regarding mass. Do you still require an answer?’
‘Yes, please, ‘ very contrite.
‘Mass has nothing to do with the object being transported, ‘ the Praetor replied. ‘The compressed particle being transmitted doesn’t weigh anything. You can transmit an elephant as easily as you can transmit a feather.’
‘But, ‘ Béla always got confused on this point, ‘where does the mass go?’
‘Unknown, ‘ the Praetor admitted, finally. ‘It has been hypothesized that mass is an illusion of sensory perception. An alternate theory is that ‘mass’ occurred sometime after the creation of the universe, stabilizing the universe forever into its current ‘mass = energy’ status.’
‘What about E=MC squared?’ Béla asked. ‘Some Earther figured that out a couple hundred years ago. Is it right or wrong? Are you talking about the same thing?’
‘Yes, and no, ‘ the Praetor replied. ‘ ‘Velocity Squared’ is not a necessary part of the formula. It works, regardless.’
‘Okay, then, where does the mass go?’ Béla asked, certain of her facts, now.
‘There is no mass in a single point, ‘ the Praetor insisted. ‘All single points weigh the same – nothing.’
Once again, Béla felt defeated. The way she understood how a Focal Press worked was that it simply didn’t follow the natural laws of the universe. It operated outside the physical universe.
‘Very good, child, ‘ the Praetor responded. ‘That is correct.’
‘Oh, shut up!’ Béla thought, disgusted with the whole subject.
“It can’t be that bad, can it?” Jackie asked, walking up to Béla.
“It’s frustrating!” Béla replied. “I don’t understand it!”
“Well,” Jacked laughed, “You haven’t managed to teach me how to teleport, either. But I would like to make a comparison to, maybe, demonstrate a hypothesis regarding your question about mass.”
“Okay,” Béla replied, closing her eyes in expectation of a mental image.
“Ahem,” Jackie cleared her throat, attracting Béla’s attention again. “I was just going to mention my views on the subject.”
“Oh,” Béla murmured, a little embarrassed.
“Perhaps your trouble with understanding the concepts behind the ‘Focal Press’ and my inability to learn how to teleport have a common area of, um ... understanding? Misunderstanding? Whichever...
“Anyway,” Jackie continued, “I can easily see how the Focal Press works, and you can easily see how to teleport. Both techniques accomplish the same function – instantaneous movement of an object from one location to another.
“When you teleport,” she continued, “you basically ignore the physical universe laws regarding time and distance, although those factors determine how much mass is lost during teleportation. Now, when the Focal Press transmits a person or a thing, physical universe laws regarding ‘mass’ are ignored, and distance is basically determined by the wattage of the transmitted signal, which is, as far as anyone can tell, unaffected by the mass of the object or person being transmitted.”
Béla stood there getting glassy-eyed as she tried to hold her weary gaze on Jackie’s forehead where her brows furrowed together – a valiant but doomed attempt to grasp the strange concepts swimming around in her mind.
“Yeah...” Béla replied, doing her very best to pay attention through the weariness surrounding her.
“What I’m getting at,” Jackie was saying, “is that both methods ignore different physical laws of nature. But that doesn’t mean that they both don’t work...”
“Stop!” Béla cried weakly. “I can’t listen to this! You’re crushing my brain with all these empty words...” Realizing she was probably insulting Jackie terribly, Béla turned away, nearly losing her balance in her anxious attempt to escape. Reaching into the teleportation zone, she mentally pulled herself in and shoved herself out onto her bed in Solar City. The omnipresent teleportation zone was something she understood and was comfortable with. It existed everywhere and nowhere at the same time – a contradiction, perhaps. But at least she knew how it worked.
Jackie sighed, truly frustrated, then turned and went back to work.
“Heads up!” Jake called out, throwing a biscuit across the bed to his lifemate.
It disappeared in mid-air.
“Delicious,” Béla said, dully. “Another?”
“Wow! Hard day, huh?” Jake ventured.
He handed her the next biscuit. She physically ate that one, a bite at a time. After a moment, she burped out the air from the first biscuit.
“Jackie’s designing a whole spaceship,” Béla complained. “What if she’s wrong and something happens? There are so many limitations to your technology. Everything has to be put together by hand. My father’s ships weren’t built that way. They had machines that could build whatever you could think of.”
Jake laughed. “I’ve seen your images of the inside of Deimos. It didn’t look very creative to me.”
“Deimos was made by hand,” Béla declared. “The machines don’t exist here. They probably don’t exist anywhere, now. And hundreds of lives were lost trying to build that sanctuary for my father’s people.” She was referring, of course, to the failed Phobos project, the first sanctuary. Shortly after the Phobos shell had been completed and ice glaciers were melted inside it to provide an atmosphere, the artificial moon was struck by an asteroid, collapsing half of its exterior shell and venting its internal atmosphere into space. Several hundred of the old race died that day, their bodies never recovered from the depths of space. The skeletal frame of Phobos was still evident, even visible through the now-defunct Earth telescopes.
The second sanctuary, Deimos, was constructed after that. It was much larger and, like Phobos, was purposely designed to look like an asteroid, just in case the Arcadians ever came looking for them. The first two hollow moon projects were good practice for the construction of New Eden, which was actually constructed by the great ship, using energy particle emitters and tractor beams. Each piece had to be connected manually, but the ship did all the heavy work, including moving thousands of ice glaciers from beyond Pluto into the hollow moon to provide an atmosphere.
Béla grunted her pleasure as Jake began massaging her shoulders and neck. He always seemed to know what she needed. “Everything will be fine,” Jake assured her as he worked his fingers into her shoulders. “The Praetor knows what it’s doing and it knows the limitations of what we can do. Everything that can be done, will be done. You know that.” He kissed the nape of her neck, sending chills down her spine. She grinned, gritting her teeth as she shivered.
“You feel up to checking out the changes Lisa and I made to the maze?” he asked brightly.
The maze was his son’s idea – a training module to keep Tomlin Security’s Femme Fatales in tip-top condition. It had very lethal traps in it that were supposed to be detected and avoided. To date, every girl triggered every trap in the maze every time they entered. From a training point of view, it was a complete failure. As a carnival ride for an immortal, sex-crazed female, it was great fun!
Jake Hedron abandoned the ‘maze’ after several years of forcing himself to watch recordings of the girls – his own wife, especially – getting mutilated and repeatedly murdered by the insidious and often lethal devices placed within its confines. Now, the girls themselves, along with Frank Tabor and Jake Pestova, came up with ideas for upgrading it, often surprising each other with some new, insidious torture.
“I could use some diversion,” Béla smiled up at him. “Anyone else in there?”
“Tanya was helping Lisa make some final adjustments,” Jake informed her. Béla raised her eyebrows. ‘Tanya and Lisa together? I hope I don’t get decapitated... ‘ Jake heard his wife think.
‘No, not decapitated, ‘ Jake thought back at her, then verbally, “They were playing with an old wire trap that Frank bought for her years ago. They even trapped me in it.”
“Really!” Béla exclaimed. She knew Jake wasn’t ever remotely interested in being on the receiving end of any kind of torture. Receiving sensation seemed to be more of a ‘female’ issue. Men preferred to dish it out, instead, and watch the fun rather than take it in the gut or wherever the limited male imagination could deliver it.
“Yeah!” Jake replied, sounding really disgusted. “That barbed wire gouged the hell out of me!”
Béla was immediately much more cheerful. “Did it leave scars? Can I see?” She hopped up and pulled at Jake’s shirt. She got it up around his chest, excitedly checking out his torso. There wasn’t even a scratch on him. “Phooey!” Béla grumbled, and flopped back down.
Jake stared at her, his mouth wide open. “What the hell was that?” he yelled, still staring at her. “You act like you wanted to see me all ripped to hell and back! Are you nuts?”
Now it was Béla’s turn to stare. She kept quiet, having absolutely no idea what to say. She’d acted purely on impulse, expecting him to respond favorably, like he always did when they played games together. She finally shut her mouth and looked away. “I guess,” she finally admitted.
The thought of running her hands over his bleeding chest while she was madly riding his hard cock really turned her on. She dared to project that image to Jake. Stunned, Jake sat down, almost missing his chair.
He looked at her for a moment. Béla’s mind was open to him, letting him see her thoughts as easily as she could see his. In all the time they’d known each other, neither of them had ever thought of reversing their roles like that. Jake could see that she was entranced by the idea, now that it occurred to her. Béla knew he would do anything to please her, but she also knew that he wouldn’t enjoy this.
“Alright,” he said, finally. He got up and left. A moment later, he returned from the kitchen with a steak knife. He handed it to her and lifted up his shirt, again. “How do you want to do this?” Jake asked, staring at her and waiting.
Béla stood in front of him, knife in hand, totally uncertain of her next move. After a moment, she raised the knife up and laid the blade against his left pectoral. She stared at the shape edge of the blade, mesmerized as she touched it to his flesh. She hesitated, unable to continue.
“I ... I can’t...” she murmured finally, backing away and shaking her head. “I can’t do that to you. I can’t deliberately hurt you.” Raising her head, she nervously met his gaze. He seemed relieved, but there was something upsetting him, deeper inside.
“I do it to you all the time,” he told her. “Sometimes even in my sleep I dream about carving on your sweet flesh.”
Béla grinned at him. “I dream about you doing that to me, too.” she laughed nervously. “But, I’ve never wanted to do that to you. I’ve never wanted to hurt you.”
Jake laughed right in her face. “You beat the crap out of me every chance you get! What do you mean...”
“Only when I’m mad,” Béla interrupted, raising her voice, “and only when you need to be taught a lesson!” She moved toward him threateningly with the knife. Jake was bright enough to flinch back. Instantly, Béla stopped and glared down at the little knife in her hand. Then, snarling at it, she threw it down on the couch.
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This story was written as a serial story in my Yahoo group over a period of several months. When I first started the story, I had absolutely no idea where it was going to go from there. The Green Book By Morpheus Part 1 Matt frowned as he looked at the pile of clutter, which was spread out before him. The whole attic was absolutely full of it, of boxes, crates and countless other items, all of which were covered in dust and hadn't been touched in years. And unfortunately it...
Blair's Britain "Damn, where's my bra?" For those of you who don't think there's anything odd about this question perhaps I should explain. I am a heterosexual married man yet here I am typing out my story in stilettos, stockings, satin knickers and suspenders, a satin bra and a slip writing my story. I would never have thought this possible 10 years ago when "Things Can Only get Better" blared through the speakers and a triumphant Tony and Cherie drove to Downing Street. I...
The Ship, the Oasis, the Book, the Slave, Part III. By Geneva. The former corsair Rami, now the woman Nesrine, makes a life for herself and her family in Marseille. Unexpectedly, she come into possession of magic book and uses it to save a family member and destroy an enemy. This story is a continuation of my earlier stories, 'The Ship, the Oasis, the Book, the Slave', and its sequal, 'The Ship, the Oasis, the Book, the Slave, part II'. This story can stand on its own, but it might...
This is the first in a three-part series dealing with women in a Book Club. The events are all three separate stories that do not intersect. They all come from the same Book Club events. These are all fantasies of Sam and I but there are some similarities to people we know. I guess you could say that it was our monthly book club that caused “it”. We have about twelve women who meet monthly and discuss books. Every six months we decide the books we read for the following six months. Anyone can...
Wife LoversHello everyone, this is prem again. Thank you for your comments & compliments to my previous stories which have been published. Sorry guys dont ask me any details of my queens, I am secretive in their personal details. So don’t ever ask their details. Any girls, ladies & aunties who are interested in me can contact on my email & hangouts id 100% privacy guaranteed. I’ll narrate this story in telugu for many of my previous story readers asked me to narrate in telugu, so for those I am going to...
Stories of The Relic: The Book of Keilari - Prologue By Alexander Kung Bell Air 1991 Michael Sanderson considered himself a man of wealth and taste, The ultimate connoisseur of the finer things in life. Born into an immensely wealthy family, he truly felt he was entitled to the very best, because he could afford to. "I'm a Sanderson" he chuckled to himself as he walked about his grand estate, "I deserve nothing but the best!" Opening a secret door,he made his way down toward...
HorrorBOOK OF CHANGE BY [email protected] I'd never felt lower in my life. My marriage was officially over. I'd been gone for almost a week on business, and when I returned, the place was clean of everything that could in anyway be construed as "hers". Standing in the empty bedroom, reflecting on our marred union, I thought of Katie, my little girl, and wondered when I'd see her again. Marilyn had warned me, of course, had begged me to attend counseling, but pride was my master...
J.D. SalingerHe did not disclose his name or provide any means for Genevieve to contact him directly. It had been nine months since he had retained Genevieve’s services. His introduction was in the form of a short, hand written letter along with a ten-thousand dollar bank draft as a down payment. The letter requested that Genevieve procure a first edition printing of J.D. Salinger’s, Catcher In The Rye. It also informed Genevieve that the price she would ask would not be an issue if the book...
Straight SexTHE TEMPLAR BOOK By GENEVA In early 14th century France, as part of his plan for revenge on a rival family for the destruction of his own family, a young man tries to use a magic book saved from the destruction of the Knights Templar. There are some unexpected results. START The time is the early 1300's. I remember that afternoon when I met my uncle and this started. I was practicing close quarter fighting with my friend Jean. Both of us were armed with wooden swords, and...
Normally, I enjoyed the Friday night dances at the works when I was the duty manager. All I had to do was to ensure there was no trouble and to make sure the bar shut at 10.30 and the room was clear by 11.00pm so that security could release the guard dogs. I loved to dance, but tonight all the best girls seemed to have partners. But then my attention was drawn to a young lady dancing with one of the single men, she looked utterly bored, and the glance she threw me as she passed close by me...
EroticThe BookwormPrologue---------------A bookstore.The clock on the wall behind the counter tinged five times. Quitting time for the day, and the beginning of a long weekend. As the remaining customers queued up at the register, Susan checked them out, confidently stacking and sacking whatever the customer had selected. Totally at home with literate people, she kept up a friendly stream of conversation..."Good evening, Mrs. Harrison. Find what you wanted?" "They say that is a very good read,...
Their black eyes shimmered as a dark terror rendered him immobile. An existential cry for help drowned in the deluge of panic that filled his mind. His paralysed vocal chords felt so numb and useless, and his leaden limbs refused to move.Forward they advanced, self-assured with each step, their impassive faces certain they had their transgressor. Digging deep, the tardy swell of adrenaline fuelled his need for flight. He turned and ran; his sluggish legs moved but felt disconnected and...
SupernaturalFaye had always loved old books. Loved their smell, loved the sound of the turning page, loved the weight in her hands, loved the feel of the worn leather covers. Most of all she loved to read. It was magical to her. Nothing else could transport her to other times and places, even to other lives. She felt she had lived so many lives, seen through so many pairs of eyes, books had enriched her existence like nothing else ever could. Faye loved nothing more than to immerse herself fully in a...
READ THESE DISCLAIMERS! This series is SUPPOSED to be DISGUSTING, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD get bad feelings reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to gross myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! I’m assuming we’re all mature adults that can separate fantasy from reality. This is more PORN than PLOT. All...
John loved when he found a new bookstore. There was just something so exciting about walking into a dusty old room that smelled of dry paper and was full of endless possibilities. In most instances those possibilities resolved into Pulp novels from the 50's, old men playing chess in some back room, and if you were unlucky an owner with hygiene habits that ranked slightly worse than a medieval peasant's. Sometimes though you'd find treasure. Last month alone John had found an original copy of...
Mind ControlMike held the small sledgehammer in both hands, dubious that he would be able to strike another living being with it, much less a minotaur. Still, it was better than nothing, which made him feel a little bit better. Mike had debated purchasing a gun, but he knew next to nothing about them other than to point the long, skinny end at stuff you wanted to kill. His lack of education aside, Naia had warned him against such a purchase for the sole reason that she had no idea what other creatures...
BDSM by the Book By Stefani Moore I was rather slow when it came to dating. My love life moved at glacial speed until I met my wife. In high school I was skinny and too short to be any good at sports. At school and in the town I grew up in, outside Sioux City, I got pushed around a lot by other boys, all of which translated into a lack of confidence. Particularly around women. When I got to college I felt like I was the only virgin on campus. I heard other...
Mercy This is fan fiction of the Whateley Academy universe. I hope you like it. No one noticed the smaller boy with the thick glasses as he navigated the hallways of his high school. Which was exactly how he wanted it. Being invisible beat the alternative. His name was Matthew Marshall, and he had dealt with enough pain already, so he had no desire to add to it by getting attention. His first encounter with grief had been five years ago, when his mother died. The second...
Introduction: Mark and Mary are off to New York to get their hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor while Brandon is in France to get his hands on another copy. The Devils Pact by mypenname3000 Copyright 2013 Chapter Twenty-seven: The Book Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com. The fire crackled in the clearing, fiery sparks rising up into the air like tiny souls. Tonight was Thursday, the Twentieth of June. The Summer Solstice. The coven assembled around the bonfire, all ten women...
The Book of Dreams Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems a dreamof a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that has happenedin the past weeks, I am not surprised. Chapter 1: The Marriage It started a few weeks ago ? at least it was a few weeks for me. History itselfhas stretched itself thin in that time so that I must...
Submissive Wife at Barns and NobleI am your average 41 year old mom. I used to run a big box store and have had many stressful but important jobs. My husband and I changed course last year, I became a stay at home mom. Granted I get to the gym way more often but I am still ridiculously busy. Our sex life had been stagnant for many years due to a hectic life. However, 3 months ago my sex life was changed by the “Grey” books. After reading a torrid chapter while having a couple of gins I texted...
“A dullahan?” Mike frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t know the term.” “I’m yer friendly headless horseman, lad.” The dullahan still held his own head in one hand, and was now swinging it back and forth like a macabre pendulum. “My job is similar to a banshees in that I deal with dead spirits, though I usually cut a more dashing figure on my horse. So I guess I’m technically just headless.” The grin on his face was impossibly wide, his lips stretched nearly to his ears. “I want to speak to the...
by mypenname3000 Copyright 2013 Chapter Twenty-seven: The Book Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com. The fire crackled in the clearing, fiery sparks rising up into the air like tiny souls. Tonight was Thursday, the Twentieth of June. The Summer Solstice. The coven assembled around the bonfire, all ten women stripped naked, their bodies painted orange and red by the firelight. Ready to worship their Goddesses. After Lilith freed us from Mark Glassner's control and we pledged...
Andrea gave a long sigh. "Jeez, Markus, why are we here at a stupid bookstore? This is boring!" "Not everything is sex, Andrea," Markus replied. "I'm here to get you to at least try and develop yourself a bit, damn it." "Dear, the only way I want to develop is going through all the positions with you, you know that! Missionary is so boring, so then we switch to the more fun ones! Especially if I'm the one with the cock." She looked away from Markus, her gaze looked dreamily into the...
The Book Part 1 "Alright babe, I'll see you later, ok?" I smiled and gave Lindsey a kiss on the cheek. "Sure Lance. Call me tomorrow," she smiled. She had the cutest smile in the world. She was about 5'5 with short blonde hair. She was thin, but not to the point of being unhealthy. Her skin was pure tantilizing to the touch. Her bright blues eyes would always pierce my mind whenever I saw them. Her C-cup breasts jutted out from her t-shirt, at times threatening to break free. She...
by aliveinpr In Chapter 1, Alice had become a ‘married white whore’ without her husband Bill being aware of her infidelity. Friday afternoon, I was asked to see the boss in his office. As I entered, he said, "Bill, we have made a decision. You have been promoted to Vice President. Right now, there is a crew moving all of your belongings to your new office." I was in seventh heaven and called Alice to give her the good news. She had just got back from her lunch break and was thrilled for...
BY THE BOOK By Geneva In the late fifties I was twentyone, and just graduated from college. I'd been slow in getting a job lined up, and as I really wanted a break anyway, I went back to visit my sister Ellen in the family home. Ellen was the only one at home. Our father had been killed nine years previously in Korea, and our mother had died of cancer when I was still a freshman at college. Mom and Dad hadn't been rich, but Dad's parents had left us with some money in their...
I love playing games with Lisa, she is so good at the roles and we enjoyed a quiet evening until I got an alert from Anika that an enquiry had come through for another AirBNB booking. I logged on to see the following message:“Good evening, sorry for short notice but need to book your room for tomorrow evening, too s**tty and forgot, I am a 23yo medical student and in town for a conference on Tuesday and loved your easy going and friendly profile. I do drink (will bring wine) and smoke (happy to...
Chapter 4 The Daughter, The Book And The Mother The Daughter Inside, there had been a brief and tearful reunion between Arron and his parents. After which Randy and Arron had a somewhat lengthy and heated conversation about Arron's siblings and how they had not felt obliged to join the family for Erin's passing but how they had responded to the news their father had proposed the possibility of remaining in The States afterward. For Beth's benefit, this argument took place out...
Stories of The Relic: The Book of Keilari - Part 4 - Ground Rules By Alexander Kung The Quietness of the loft was broken by the soft sounds of whimpering and sobbing. Gia growled as she tossed and turned on the couch unable to sleep soundly. After not being able to sleep for centuries, she found herself haunted by the memories of the cruelty shown to her over the years. But the worst was the memory of how it all began.. ~0~ Venica, Italy 1491 It had all started right after she...
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