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Orbital Academy X

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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 »

Dendrophilia Excitement! [mf], [mtree], [ftree], [stick-y]

This is a portion from my ebook "Dendrophilia Excitement," available at smashwords.com. I hope you enjoy it! Read more »

Fucking my older sister’s boyfriend. [Mf] [anal]

Normally I hate Sundays, but this one just had a great feeling to it. I’d slept in till noon and not bothered to change into actual clothing, and why should I? Roommate’s out of town and my schedule’s blissfully empty. A day of lounging around my apartment in my panties before the semester begins is practically necessary.

I put the tea kettle on and pulled my sloppy ponytail loose, letting my thick, dark brown curls to fall past my shoulders in a tousle typical of a long night in bed. I had on some high school t-shirt that I’d cut the collar out of, providing generous glimpses of my sloping, pale collar bones and chest. That and a pair of black lacy panties that don’t quite contain the curve of my ass, but few panties do.

Just when my kettle began to whistle and I was pressed into the counter, reaching for a mug did I hear a knock at the door. I padded across the living room, barefoot atop the wooden floor to open the door, finding my sister’s boyfriend. I don’t know how Amy always got guys like this, but Dominick was my favorite so far. Tanned skin, dark brown hair in that artful sweep that’s just messy enough to assure you they didn’t try, a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow, and blue eyes. Swoon. Read more »

Dana: Thing of Beauty [MF, student/teacher]

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 »

[MF] | “Cool Down” | Part 2

Part 1 Again, sorry about the lack of formatting.

I stood up from the bed and rummaged once again through my suitcase. I needed my pyjamas and toiletries, I was going to have a shower after that session. I changed back into my clothes and made my way to the girl’s bathroom the receptionist pointed out on the map. Down the stairs, down the hallway, up some stairs and to the left. It wasn’t that far of a walk, but I could see how this might be a bit of an inconvenience. I opened the bathroom door and heard the showers running. Looked to be three shower stalls, and all of them were in use. Perfect. I stood for a moment, wondering if I could pull off being covered in my own wet for the rest of the day, and decided that just was not going to happen. If I met up with the handsome stranger again, I’d at east want to smell nice. So I made my way out of the bathroom and did something I was not sure I’d ever do. I walk to the boy’s bathroom. Low and behold only one shower was running. I made my way to the stall at the end and placed my clothes and towels on the nearest bench. It wasn’t so bad in here, at least it was clean. I looked over to the used stall and could just make out a male figure through the silhouette. Read more »

[MF] | “Cool Down” | Part 1

First piece I've written out and shared, hope you enjoy! Sorry about the lack of formatting, I'm unsure of how to make a new paragraph for the conversations)

Eight in the morning, move in day. I don't think there has been anything more stressful in my life so far. People everywhere, boxes and boxes piled up higher than I could even reach. It's going to be a long day. Holding my checklist and sign in papers in one hand, and my luggage in the other I made my way to the university reception. It took about an hour to be seen and even then there were disruptions, some students had already lost their dorm room keys, and my stress levels were rising at a pretty even rate. I tried to stay cool, calm and collected as the flustered receptionist dealt with my papers and assigned my dorm room. “Oh no,” she let out a sigh, “there seems to be a bit of a problem.” “What’s happened?” I asked, as If anything could make me more uptight. She looked up at me through her glasses, “Well it seems you checked your gender as male when you were filling out your dorm application,” she gazed at me top from bottom. Stopping when she came to my small, yet perky breasts hidden beneath my t-shirt, she continued, “and the computer has assigned you a room in the boy’s tower. I’ll do my best to correct the situation, would you mind taking a seat?” “You’ve got to be kidding me; do you know how long it will take? I asked, desperate to sit, but even more so to be sorted in a room. “I really am sorry, but this could take a couple minutes.” She replied and pointed to the back of the small, cramped room, “the seats are over there.” I let out a long sigh and grabbed my luggage and made my way to the only available chair in the row. I should have come earlier. Read more »

Stepbrother: Part Three

The sequel should be available on my author page shortly: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00HM9MQJK Hope you have fun reading

Chapter 3: Training

It was hard to get to sleep that night. I was too horny to think straight and Adam had forbidden me to masturbate. I kept tossing and turning, trying to get my mind on something else. There was actually a point at around 3 in the morning when I considered texting him for permission. I didn't want to seem desperate, even though I was, so I suffered through my horniness.

I went to work in the morning and didn't get a chance to see Adam. He was still sleeping when I left. I worked my eight hour shift at Starbucks. It was one of my more stressful days. There were two women who let a line build up behind them as they tried to figure out what they wanted. There was an old man who hit on me. There was a clumsy woman who spilled her coffee on me. And worst of all, I was still horny. Read more »

Bedfellow – Ch. 4 of my Canadian political erotica

“You can’t please everyone.”

Her words cut into the night like embers biting into flesh. The sting lingered after they had parted ways, a reminder of the carelessness he had exhibited. Trusting her clearly wasn’t worth it – how could anyone think it was time to change course so close to success.

It was the last days of the elections in Calgary, 2010, and the young Nenshi was about to make history. While America was freaking out over mosques in New York City, the most booming city in Canada was making history, and electing a Muslim. The banality of it seemed amusing, the attention given to something so trivial with so much at stake. But, distractions made for good business, and from here on out, it was all about business.

The two sets of lips danced over his rigid cock as he stretched back over his bed, lounging over the soft down sheets. His toothy grin lit up the mirrors on the ceiling as he watched the multi-colored tangle of arms and legs writhe over him. One woman lead his riding in donations, raking in more money from the housing development folk than he had been able to on his own for a decade in municipal politics. The other a lawyer from Toronto, and she ensured that things worked well with Ottawa and the Trudeau camp, that no lines were crossed too quickly. Read more »

Getting the Grade [mf]

She walked into his office knowing what this meeting was about. Earlier that day, Sarah had received an email from one of her professors wanting to discuss an important topic. While the email didn’t specify what the topic was, Sarah knew her last paper was below standards. She had just started dating someone and, while she knew she shouldn’t, Sarah was putting less effort into her school work and more into her new relationship. She knew a poor grade on this assignment would jeopardize her educational career and she was ready to work hard to make it right. She was going to buckle down and complete whatever her professor assigned her in order to bring up her grade.

As she entered, Sarah took in her surroundings. It was a large office, walls lined with large bookshelves and diagrams of the human body. In one corner was a couch and small coffee table for more casual meetings. Directly in front of her was a massive oak desk cluttered with papers and knickknacks. Behind the desk sat Sarah’s professor, Dr. Brian Harris. Read more »