Category: Erotica

Hello everyone! I just released my new book and wanted to share one of my favourite parts of it with you. It's one that I'm particularly proud of, and would love to hear what you fine Redditors thought!

I moved to the back of the ship, for the first time in days, and looked out our back window. The edge of our own Universe appeared like some black fluid that sat, self-contained in a giant wall, floating in an endless sea of white. It was like staring through the glass at Sea World and watching the oblivious fish swim around aimlessly.

The enormous creatures would walk up to our black mass of a universe and stare in, before turning around and walking away into the infinite whiteness. Their bodies were like giant plumes of smoke, ranging over an impossibly large spectrum of colours. They were strangely humanoid but also completely physically non-existent. They completely defied every law of science in their mythical existence.

I sat in my room, documenting everything. My eyes became heavy, having not slept since we had encountered the beasts. I was becoming worried about Michael, who hadn’t left his bedroom window in three days, even to eat. Read more »

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Inside of Jackson's head, a small reminder alert pinged, and he took a breath. The ping was vaguely musical, and for the nanosecond it lasted Jackson enjoyed and appreciated the fact that he had a snapshot of music that only he could enjoy. The breath ended and he returned his focus to the problem at hand.

Very occasionally Jackson would wonder what it would be like to have a normal human brain. He would probably be lazy, perhaps absentminded, maybe talkative. Perhaps he might've even had a say in how his personality developed. His mother had taken that choice away from him with her extensive use of cocaine and critz and alcohol. When he was born his mind was so malformed there were only two options; augmentation or no augmentation. Without a CPU he would be a ward of Orbital Minera, his brain running a single function where a normal human could handle several, barely classifiable as alive much less intelligent. So really, the social worker hadn't had a choice either, giving the techs and medics permission to use him as a test case for their latest augmentations. Read more »

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"We can't leave them Captain, please, we can't leave them behind!"
Jane didn't trust herself to respond to Missy's pleading. She continued her task, working calculations to determine the planet's rotation since they'd landed. Jackson sat next to her, doing similar calculations to determine the vectors of the orbitals around the planet. The work was going slowly since the rest of the ground team was refusing to help.
"You know that Missy is right Captain," Aimee backed up her friend, "if the positions were reversed, the others would come for us."
"They probably would," Jane's voice was hoarse, but it didn't waver, "because I'm not there to stop them. I'm with you, and later you'll realize that keeping you from rushing off is saving your life."
"Captain," Missy's voice was steady too, Jane noted with a touch of surprise, "I will knowingly risk my life if there's even the slightest chance of-"
"There isn't the slightest chance," Jane cut her off, flicking the switch to prepare the pod. The open walls around them slowly closed, switching from an open command center to an airtight spaceworthy craft. "The chance of rescue is zero, Missy. I know you don't want to hear that, and believe me, I know how much it hurts, but they're gone. They're done."
"Their beacons still show up on scanners. They're not dead." Read more »

Happy new year!

Here's another story I wanted to share with you. It's a student/teacher first-time tale:

Dana: Thing of Beauty

Dear Allison,

I promised you that I’d write the story of my first time with Dana, my teacher and first lover. Never let it be said that I didn’t keep my promises. But I have to tell you: writing this, it’s had me as nervous as the virgin I was back then. Palms sweaty, shivering. The only thing that’s kept me going is remembering your face when you asked me to write this for you — how could anyone ever deny that face anything? But because of that face, I couldn’t write it to you; when I tried to think about you as I wrote, it became much less about what happened then, what I experienced then, and much more about what I have experienced with you.

It’s funny: I’ve written my whole life, but I’ve never in my life written a sex scene. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to write. It was too easy to make everything sound ridiculous, or to turn myself into way more of a smooth operator than I ever was. Read more »