Slipstream Genre Novels & Stories

“You drip like the River Jordan. Tonight, I anoint you. You don’t cum until the Lion says.” The cool night air teased her overheated skin while his scorching mouth devoured her. The thunder of the falls roared like Nyabinghi drums in the distance. Selamawit cried out, head falling back as spiritual and carnal pleasure merged. But he edged her mercilessly. Every time she neared the edge, he pulled back, leaving her whimpering and clenching around nothing. Her juices ran freely down her thighs and into the glowing pool. By the fourth edge she was sobbing, tears mixing with sweat on her glowing skin.

The moment the procedure slip hit the floor, Solana instinctively snatched it up and stuffed it away as quickly as she could. However, Isaiah's sharp eyes had already caught sight of the words "procedure slip" on the paper. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it had jumped to her throat, and she could even hear the thumping of her heart in her ears. She fumbled for a moment, trying to come up with something believable. Finally, she mumbled, "It's nothing; it's just a simple dental procedure. Dr. Bates said I should take care of any dental issues early during pregnancy, or it'll cause trouble later."

"Her stockings are so thin. Why don't you just cut them open with a pair of scissors?" Steve slapped his forehead, pulled a giant pair of shears from his bag, and aimed them right between my legs. "Don't move, Kendall. Wouldn't want to cut you." I was terrified. My legs stayed frozen stiff. One wrong move and the blades would hit flesh. "Gently… gently," I whispered. "Relax. My technique's perfect." A moment later, I felt a cool draft between my thighs. The stockings had been sliced open.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

he folded his arms, leaning back against the mezzanine’s cold railing, “if you’ll remember, I told you three years ago you’d be better off sending Forever War to either TOR, Titan, Baen or Pocket Books, someone with an established name in science fiction.” Gavin shook his glass and looked into it, as if searching for answers there. “Hammer-Fiske has published four science fiction novels in the past five years. They should know how the hell to market my science fiction novel.” Jim sighed. Seemed he’d been doing that a lot lately because Gavin had done nothing but ignore him. “Those other novels were commercial techno-thrillers, video game and television series tie-ins. Not classic, epic space

The ceiling swam above her, and in her fading vision she imagined Samuel's cold stare—the gentle man she knew now delivering her to hell. The scalpel descended. She felt nothing. Her mind drifted far above her body, watching the doctor's steady hands move. … The hospital corridors carried that same antiseptic smell. Samuel stood outside the doctor's office, absently brushing his thumb over his wedding ring without realizing it. The doctor adjusted his glasses, expression grave. "We've reviewed Ms. Snowden's medical report, Mr. Terrason."

My hands found his belt, I unbuckled it, then slid his zipper down and his cock didn't wait, it sprang out with force in his boxers. I slid my hand in and found his throbbing cock. It was strong, erect with veins prominently lined on it threatening to burst out of the boxers. I pulled it out and gently started rubbing it. My fingers brushed over the tip and the precum wet my fingers. The precum served as a lubricant. Reducing friction of the handjob I was giving him. He let out an animalistic groan as more precum spat out of his tip. Then he planted his soft, succulent lips on mine again and started kissing me with a hunger and passion Justin has never kissed me with.

They were no longer refugees; they were explorers. They turned the city's primary "Void-Vane" into a "Lunar-Bridge." By focusing the aurora’s energy into a tight, coherent beam, they could create a "Slipstream" to the moon. This was the first step toward the stars. The chapter ends as the first manned "Frost-Sled" enters the slipstream, its pilot—a First-Gen survivor—letting out a defiant roar as he leaves the atmosphere he spent a lifetime trying to reach.