The William had come to port, and Faith crept from the house, taking care not to wake anyone. She hurried on silent, bare feet through the dark town streets. Her cloak shielded her face, but she’d be ruined if anyone saw her out this late.
Sigli waited for Jason to come home. Maybe it was cliché, but she lounged on a rug in front of a fire, wearing aubergine lace panties and a matching robe. A bottle of wine, already open, waited with her.
Alice was still overwhelmed with the quality of the holograms in the program. Domaris had captured not only the tactile textures, but the sounds and even scents of the scene. Alice took a deep breath, smelling the mix of rich incense, wine, and the heavy musk of sex. It was time to roll the dice.
Alice held the dice in her hand; they were smooth and cool.
She shook them in her hand, her eyes flickering over the various players of the game. To her left was a man being fucked in the ass, and a line of three men waited their turn. Next to him was a woman with her face buried in another woman’s pussy. A man stood behind her, positioning himself to fuck her.
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She came to my library. I felt my pulse quicken as she made her way toward the reference desk.
The library wasn’t busy. Finals ended the day before. Even our staff holiday party was over. But there she was, dressed like Audrey Horn from Twin Peaks. Knee length plaid skirt and crisp ivory blouse. Her feet were hidden from my view, but I’d bet she had one saddle shoes.
I look forward to reading and writing for all of these prompts every week.
Masturbation Monday picks:
“At the Office” by Elliot Henry
“The Concert” by Cimmerian Sentiment
Wicked Wednesday picks:
From “Texting to Sex” by Livvy Libertine
“Very Pretty Stripes” Jerusalem Mortimer
Kink of the Week Picks:
“Kink of the Week: The Cutting Edge” on The Fox in the Flowers
“Torn Bloomers” on Pleasure as Pain
Whose work did you love this week? Share and use the hashtag #soss
(it doesn’t even need to be Saturday)
Many people don’t know this, but Thomas Alva Edison, the light bulb guy, also claimed to have been working on, what can only be colloquially called, a ghost telephone. Historians all seem to agree that no evidence that he did more than talk about the idea exist. There are no plans, no prototype has even been found, and no patent filed.
“You built the program to my specs?” Alice asked.
Domaris, the Centari, nodded, “I haven’t had a lot of requests like this,” the alien smiled at her. “If you’d like some company, I’d be happy to join you in the program.”
Alice eyed the Centari woman. “I wish, but I’m due back on my ship.” Alice leaned forward, “Do your people kiss?”
Alice has been aboard the Tau Ceti station for a week. She’d started to acclimate to the intermittent gravity loss, but it still caused butterflies in her stomach when the gravity turned off.
She was looking forward to her down time. The engineering team invited her to all sorts of activities, but she just wanted to be alone. Well there was a certain Martian she’d been eyeing, and she’d heard plenty of interesting things about Martian anatomy at the academy. She was planning a fact finding mission during her six month posting; however, after a week of constant companionship, she was looking forward to having her quarters to herself. Her roommate, a Terran in communications, was on shift, so Alice would be alone.
It had been a couple of weeks since our last encounter. Tonight, she was coming over to my place.
I’d set out what felt like a million candles in the bedroom. I wondered if it was cheesy, predictable to want the soft, flickering candlelight. But I decided that I didn’t care. I liked it, and the candle light made me feel sexy.