There were a few clans, old clans, ancient clans. Ours was one of the oldest and the most deadly. When we first left earth and settled here there had been a price we paid. Now the only noble or government we recognized was the emperor. He maintained our peace and kept the clan secrets and let us live in peace. Now that I was of age I felt a debt to serve and left the clan to seek his permission and my future.
The followup to "Just a little quickie", this story covers the events of the following weekend last November. I found out that I was not the only squirter in the coffee house after all! 2,516 words... not too shabby! ;P
A Holiday Stories Story (5) Clive had signed up to work in the USA in a Summer Camp; trouble was his application had managed to switch his name from 'Clive' to 'Olive' and he was allocated to a girls only camp. The camp leader was not going to allow that, until.
It's a Tupperware Party, but without the Tupperware. The women who gathered for these parties seemed to have a ball, and Hayley's new business venture of selling adult novelties had begun to take off. The parties are never routine, but when a new hostess suddenly departs, she finds herself alone with the invited guests: Seven men, each very interested in her wares. What's a married woman to do?
A Vanessa's Friends Story (3) Vanessa, Claire, and Emily are desperate to keep seeing each other. What chances will they take? What will happen if they get caught?
Benjamin E. Crumbly returns home, bent on retaliating against his domineering older brother and former girl friend. Will he be successful and if he is, will revenge taste as sweet as he hopes it will?