Everything's fine. Famous last words that rang of déjà vu. The worst rollercoaster of my life, no rails or safety checks--not even a hand to hold. Eventually the friction became too much and everything burst into flame while tumbling downwards faster than a speeding bullet. I shouldn't have been the only one with a fighting chance to breathe in the acrid smell of molten metal and sweat a few moments longer as the fire dom...

Jim put his stylish new sunglasses on and walked back to Leizu's van, almost looking the part of a billionaire playboy and most definitely feeling it. His accountant brain chimed in with some quick math on how many new thralls he had on deck. Their faces flashed vividly through his mind, each one beautifully frozen in that miraculous moment of wide-eyed realization of her sudden desperate desire for him. He remembered eac...

The branch office he was visiting this week provided a welcome relief, with no danger of enthralling anyone since there weren't any attractive women around. His colleagues were mostly men and the few women at this branch happened to be older. He found comfort in his routine of meetings full of dry boring charts and spreadsheets, in work where he knew any confusion or uncertainty could be resolved eventually by finding som...

Jim followed Citra into the modeling agency. He was no longer trying to avoid eye contact. Three models were waiting in the lobby, and two of them glanced up at them as they entered. One of them waved to Citra then looked back down at her phone with no reaction. The virus had sensed that Jim wasn't that attracted to her gaunt, starved-looking face. The other reacted with the familiar flush and wide eyes. She was a petite,...

Jim looked up in wonder at Chyou's beautiful athletic body as she rode him sensuously, delighting in the sensations of each thrust. It was all just so mind-blowing. The four other gorgeous women were gathered around the breeding couple, caressing them reverently, intensely rooting for them as they neared their goal. All five of them were so gorgeous. It was all so inexplicable, so insane, and so fucking insanely hot. So r...

Jim was on a work trip in Shanghai looking out his hotel room window. He couldn't help but notice two stunningly beautiful women in the pool below. They were maybe mid-20s, lithe, shapely, graceful, and so full of youthful joy and energy, chasing each other around on inflatables, splashing and laughing. He couldn't help fantasizing a little, imagining them joyriding him instead of those inflatable rafts. His fantasy awake...

Being an escort in this day and age is hard work. It’s even harder when a meteor hits the planet and takes out most of the fuckable population. But what is a slut to do? You make yourself sexy and sell that ass, cos what else is there to do? Clean up the rubbish from destroyed buildings? Go through other wreckage and pick through them like a fucking vulture? No fucking way. The way I see it, this planet is on the shortlis...

Heather can hear you. Human brain waves broadcast all sorts of signals. But, generally, no one can hear them; no one has the receiver. Heather is the exception. Heather, you see, was born with a receiver. This evening, Heather was at a local bar, alone, and on the prowl. There was a nearby table where things were going well between this woman and this guy. Heather moved to the table next to them, kept her eyes on her drin...

I opened my eyes feeling sore, but well-rested. The room was dark, I was lying in bed but had no idea which part of the house I was in and what time it was. I must have drifted off after our little session yesterday. I tried to move my hands but found them still tied behind my back. Light pressure on my neck let me know that the collar was also still on. I was very thirsty and my bladder was also reminding me that I neede...

“You’re sure he’s ready?” Delia asked when Captain Philips gave her the assignment. Her question was less a question than a stalling tactic. She knew perfectly well that the captain of the Prospector wouldn’t have begun this briefing without careful consideration. “It’s been seven months,” said Philips. “Cog453 has made impressive strides adjusting to life on… a different sort of team.” “A third of his brain is still made...