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.
A Still Waters / Fair Winds Story You catch your wife with another man. Right before you can divorce her cheating ass, you go and win the fucking Lottery! Of all the rotten luck!
A story in the Cosimo Universe
The social season has begun in Cardino for Cosimo. Note: Knowledge of the setting and characters within the universe and prior stories is strongly recommended.
A chance encounter leads to an invitation to the Palace. This story is a mixture of 1001 Arabian Nights and the Prisoner of Zenda. Hidden passages, intrigue, and - of course - the harem.
A Swarm Cycle Story
A wealthy and politically connected college librarian manipulates a group of students and encourages them to put together a team that the Confederacy shouldn't ignore.