A dark cloud passed suddenly overhead, accompanied by a strange sound that made her pause and look up. “Very curious,” she exclaimed softly at the sight. Far above her was a flock of the strangest looking birds she had ever seen for they were wearing bright red coats with polished brace buttons and their tails were not feathered. Instead, they trailed along behind them like lengths of rope. She peered skyward, squinting a...

I died. And yet I didn’t. Death was not what I expected. There was no tunnel, no light, no choir of angels nor a pearly gate. I found myself floating, untethered. Drifting, slipping in and out of dreams that may have been visions or perhaps glimpses of what transpired while I slept... They, whether visions or dreams, felt life-like, sometimes stimulating a particular sense – sight, sound, scent, taste, or touch, sometimes...

I had plenty of time to process what had happened at Jupiter and, afterward, at Amber’s place. In a way, it scared me a little. I’d done things I’d never even dreamed of doing, partly because I wanted to please Violet and Amber and partly because… I wanted to. I think I liked that side of me. That ultra-dirty side of me that would do anything for an orgasm. I liked how it made me feel. Yes, it was a little out of control,...

It started with a game of truth or dare. I stupidly picked dare… Everyone was afraid of her. She was a witch, after all. The pumpkins on the porch all gave me a knowing look as I stood at the door and knocked. She never said a word. Just crooked a finger tipped with a blood-red nail, drawing me into her house. She smiled and I was lost. Some sort of spell. It had to be. I mean, I wasn’t even the slightest bit queer. Not t...

I am not fabulous Although I can be I do like glitter When I was younger I used to wear it like kisses The ones planted, not only on my lips, but all over my body And I don’t wear lipstick Except when I do And I am not your fantasy girl The married lesbian who Might just This once Want to get it on with your dick We won’t talk about the last guy who thought that Nor what he said when I laughed at him Or what happened afte...

I awoke, eventually, the sound of her mechanical creations my only companions. Metal upon metal. The sound of whirring machines. The pulse of liquid being pumped through tubes. Opening my eyes, I was surprised to find that I was no longer in the cell that she’d been keeping me. Instead, I had been transferred to some sort of crystalline tube. It reminded me of the test tubes that I was once familiar with a lifetime ago. A...

TEST RUN KISS. Keep it simple, stupid. A metal bar mounted on a pair of wooden support beams in the basement. Several steel rings that could be slid over it. A pair of padded leather cuffs that could be attached to the rings with carabiner clips. A step stool. Nothing sexy. Black yoga pants and a tee declaring me a ‘Cosmic Explorer’. Once the step stool was removed I hung about a foot off the floor. Helpless. Deciding to...

Aimi and Sophie were still in her room. I didn’t know whether they were awake and ‘busy’ or still sleeping. Either way, I didn’t want to disturb them. What I did want to do was have a nice breakfast ready for them when they finally did emerge, so I cut up some veggies and grated some cheese and potatoes, all of which I put in the fridge before putting on the coffee. Eventually, they emerged, looking like they’d been up fu...

I’m not quite sure when it had become a game. It had started as harmless flirting. After all, she was my daughter’s roommate and while I’d had a few fantasies about her, there was no way I was going to do more than that. In my defense, everything that happened had been instigated by her. It had started with a smile. A radiant dazzling smile. “Sophie’s told me so much about you.” “All good, I hope?” She’d just laughed at t...

She didn’t bother with introductions. To her I was just a whore and she was just a customer. One with cash. She was dressed nicely like she’d just come off some high-powered business meeting. She looked me up and down first. I guess she liked what she saw. Blonde chick in a tight sweater and a short skirt. “Looking for a good time?” “Looking for someone kinky.” I shrugged, offering a faint smile. “I can be kinky.” “Get in...

She awoke, not with a start, but quite slowly. Her head was nestled on a very plump pillow and she was covered by a very warm quilt and, despite the nightmarish quality of her dream, she felt quite rested and refreshed. “Oh, what a lovely way to wake,” she murmured as she stretched and yawned. “I much prefer it to many of the other ways I’ve been woken some of which have been downright rude.” Sitting up, the quilt clutche...

Warsaw. June 5, 1949 The bed trembled as the train passed silently by on electro-magnetic rails. Yet another innovation by the fascist’s war machine. It would be nice to imagine that it carried food and medicine but I knew better than that. It carried troops and weapons. Trying not to think about it I sat up, not bothering to cover myself with a sheet. For one, the room was dark. For another, I had not a milligram of mode...

Eventually, Alice awoke. Not before experiencing a rather strange and yet vaguely familiar dream. The floor beneath her was made of bronze, and mostly obscured by a thick mist. Like she remembered from the last time, the platform resembled a giant sundial, although there was a distinct lack of sunshine, making it impossible to tell if it was closer to midnight or noon. Shadows, however, there was no lack of. Deep dark sha...

I cupped Skye’s ass, pushing her down onto the small bunk, stiff pink nipples pressing into her tits. It was still weird. Especially when I was fucking Skye while hearing the Ship’s voice in my head. Not as weird as the first time, but still strange. While I preferred cock to cunt I had to admit that Skye had turned out to be a delightful lover and gave me no reason to complain. Fun, adventurous, and willing to try new th...

“Captain's log. Stardate 12345. USS…” Do you have a name? It feels weird to keep calling you Ship. It is what I am. But is it your name? I do not have a name, Layla. Would you like one? Perhaps. I will consider it. “If it wasn’t for Ship I would have lost track of the days. There is no day or night in space. Simply unending blackness filled with faraway stars and distant planets–” And the occasional meteor. “And the occas...