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The Chronicles of Valen Ch. 38

*Disclaimer:* “Valen, Nathyrra, The Seer, and several of the other characters are the property of Bioware. If you’ve played the game, you’ll recognize them. The rest is the invention of my twisted little imagination, including Morrighu Badb and the goddess she serves.”

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*Shopping with A Drow *

Morrighu laughs, “I never thought that you’d be the one asking to go shopping.”

He smiles at her, “I have promised that I would see to your comfort and your safety. That means finding you a new hair brush, something to sleep in, and a bathrobe among other things. Now, if you will get off my foot and get our companions, I will see to a carriage for us. That way we can be back in plenty of time for Durnan’s grand celebration.” (more…)

Steve & Jolene

Jolene sat on the lounge, studying the PADDs in front of her. She sighed and tossed them onto the table, looking across at her Captain. She was in his quarters, hoping to do something other than what they were doing at the moment, even if they just talked and had dinner. She stood and moved over to sit infront of him, her hands resting on his thighs. “Come on Shadow, let’s do something…”

Looking up at Jolene, Steve saw her wearing one of her revealing, form revealing dresses that he knew she had many of, watching her as she sat before him with a smile planted on his lips, he could see her ample chest, and long legs in large seductive quantities, he couldn’t help but steal an occasional stare or two. “Like what.” He answered. (more…)

The Chronicles of Valen Ch. 07

“Disclaimer: Valen, Nathyrra, The Seer, and several of the other characters are the property of Bioware. If you’ve played the game, you’ll recognize them. The rest is the invention of my twisted little imagination, including Morrighu Badb and the goddess she serves.”

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As her story winds down, they approach the shore of the island. Morrighu sits lost in thought until she feels the hull of the boat scrape along the rocky beach. Valen offers her a hand up and she rises, shouldering her pack. She waits for the ship to come to a complete halt and then leaps over the bow to land on the shore. Valen and Nathyrra follow her. (more…)

Retrieval of Raven

In an unlit padded room somewhere inside of an abandon mental hospital, the man known as Raven sits in the corner, dressed in a dirty straight jacket and tattered jeans. He rocks back and forth quietly as he long unkempt hair hangs down over his face. There is no sound, other than the somber drips of water from a pipe out in the hallway. Raven closes his eyes for a moment, but then he hears a new sound. The sounds of footsteps walking down the hall. Raven’s dark eyes become locked on the only entrance and exit of the padded room as room is suddenly illuminated. The door of the room is opened slowly and a female, a woman with long fiery red hair, and dressed in a light blue tank sleeveless shirt and denim jeans steps into the room. Raven looks at the woman with a raised eyebrow, not knowing who she is or what brought her to his private abode. (more…)

Return to Tamaran Ch. 01

“So this is where you’ve been hiding?”

“What do you mean? I was not aware I was hiding. Tell me strange visitor, what do you think I am hiding from?”

“Very funny.”

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Robin had prepared the Titans for battle as soon as the unidentified space craft appeared on their sensors, assuming the ships lack of response to the tower’s radio hails as a sign of hostility. The longer the young alien went without throwing a punch or drawing a weapon the more Robin begin to feel like he may have jumped the gun. (more…)

Little Earthquakes In Arizona

“Disclaimer: I hold the highest respect for the celebrity in this story. The sexual explicitness I have written here is not meant to demean or insult her at all in any way. This story is a completely fictional fantasy by myself, a fan.

Note: Ever since I first listened to Tori Amos I was entranced. Not only do I believe she is the most beautiful woman in the world, I believe she is the most interesting I”ve ever heard of. She is extremely talented, charismatic, intelligent, and exotic. I hope one day I will be fortunate enough to meet her, although I know that I could never be with her. This story is dedicated to my eternal love for Tori.” (more…)

Identity Crisis Ch. 02

*Further Crisis*

I don’t call her on her cell phone.

I just don’t.

We arrange our trysts other ways. While we’re together. Postcards. Letters.

The woman can figure out any puzzle I make for her, and I’ve been trained in codes.

There’s only one reason to call her on the cell.

Unfortunately, I’ve got it.

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Three days ago, she got back to the mansion from “a trip upstate.” Not a lie, not entirely. She had gone on a trip.

The trip had left her with more bites and nip marks, as usual. Victor had been unusually passionate this last time. (more…)

How Patti Smith Got Punk

“This story was inspired by two photos of Patti Smith, both taken by Robert Mapplethorpe.”

It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Robert thought she was gorgeous.

She was skinny and had a mop of black hair, which she never combed. She had cheekbones that he would have killed for. She had huge dark eyes that took in new experiences the way a sponge soaked up water. She carried around a copy of Rimbaud’s Illuminations, the New Directions paperback with the grainy blown-up headshot of the teen genius on the cover, which she’d lifted from a bookshop; a bottle of cheap scent had broken in her bag one day and the book had got soaked, and now it smelt like the madame of a Latin Quarter whorehouse. Patti loved that, Rimbaud in Smell-O-Vision. She wrote her own poetry and chanted it in cafes to anyone who would listen and a few that wouldn’t. (more…)

Eureka!

*scifisheriff:* We’ve been through this before.

*southernbelle:* I know. I just still don’t understand why you won’t send a picture of yourself or even tell me your first name. It makes me wonder what you’re hiding.

*scifisheriff:* I’m not hiding anything. I promise. You just wouldn’t believe me if I told you or sent the picture, so I’d rather wait until we meet in person. Then you can’t get mad and stop talking to me because you’ll know I’m telling the truth.

*southernbelle:* I hope I’m not making a terrible mistake. (more…)

Gail Porter’s Second Session

My name is Jane Harrison and I, and my husband Jerry, are professional photographers. We specialise in erotic nude photographs of women. The girls feel more relaxed posing in front of a woman, especially when opening their legs. We’ve established a good reputation amongst the famous and we’ve also done a few pornographic films with a few of them on request; sometimes with Jerry as the lover, sometimes me, but we don’t advertise the fact other than discreet word of mouth. Because of this we get some remarkable photographs and film, which we keep between ourselves and our willing clients. (more…)