A story in the Gabatrix Series Universe
Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Sex Contents: Much Sex | Genre: True Story Tags: Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, True Story, Sharing, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Swinging, Interracial, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Big Breasts, Public Sex Downloads: 3084 Votes: 24 | Score: 8.04 Size: 166KB | 31,831 words |
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They work at the same company. She's a bitch to him. He's a jerk to her. Unfortunately they had to go on a business trip together, to retain a major client for the company. Things aren't always what they look like. This is a humorous sex story with more plots than sex. / (Reviews)
If I had to pick one event or day in my life that has impacted me more than any other, the choice would be easy - the day my dad and I had sex together for the first time. Everyone asks me if this really happened. Well, it did and yes, we're still together occasionally - in every sense of the word. People always ask me what's my favorite diary entry. While this one may not be the best written, the most erotic, or even the hottest, it means more to me than anything else I've ever written.
David experiences love and the heartache of loss in his life, and on his journey of recovery finds it difficult to accept help at all, but especially from an unexpected source. He has to learn that some things shouldn't ever 'go without saying', and finds that not all his friends know when to speak and when to shut up. That needs wisdom, which really does go without saying.
What does it mean to possess something? Does it truly belong to the person holding it? Are people even in control of their selves, their emotions? Just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, possession is nine|tenths.
I couldn't help but wonder about some of the foreign exchange students I knew as I grew up. The girls, I mean. I was busy trying to get into their American friends' panties. I always wondered who was trying to get into theirs. So I wrote a little fantasy about that. It's probably a bit over the top. But after all, it was MY fantasy.