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Senior Author
About me
- Gender
- Male
- Birthday
- July 11, 1963
- Location
- A City in Canada
- Homepage
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Get to know me better
- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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Write other stuff, including some not appropriate for an adult audience. ^_^
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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Yes, but mostly technical articles and online non-fanfic.
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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I use 'em all; language is a great plaything.
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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See "penis" above.
- I write erotica because
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It's in there and begging to come out, just like all the other writing.
- In conclusion, I am
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Somewhat more complicated than a short profile like this allows. I'm fascinated by the human race and all its intricacies.
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Perils of a Novice Superheroine
Acropolis City, the center of super-human and caped crusader activity in this particular world - with its own dizzying highs and lows, high-tech skylines and slums standing in stark, four-color contrast, it provided everything that a costumed megalomaniac or masked vigilante could ask for. In fact, as is usually the case where colorful masked characters are the norm, it has become something of an institution by this point. But although the mere existence of costumed heroes and villains no longer shocks people, these people - who, by their very nature, thrive on attention - keep finding new ways to stand out from the crowd and attract the eye. This last goal tends to get a lot of emphasis in the most simple, sexualized way possible. For reasons that the world's most brilliant scientists have yet to explain, latent super-abilities seem to manifest more often in women than men by a ratio of 3 to 1 or more. This is true even when the superpower isn't "natural"; paranormal artifacts fall into their hands, esoteric martial arts schools never seem to have a male heir, the technological prototypes they test always seem to be the ones that are most easily used or abused for good and evil. Unfortunately, the glory days of the past where citizens were happy to see any old masked do-gooder show up are over - in recent years, Acropolis City has established a ranking system of heroes where those who get high marks from the citizens and resolve incidents are rewarded with corporate sponsorships and (most coveted of all) seats at the prestigious League of Propriety. Those who intimidate the populace, cause excessive collateral damage, or simply don't excite anyone, garnering low rankings, get 'asked' to move to less prestigious cities. Few superheroes want to get stuck battling clans of villainous hillbillies and corrupt small-town sheriffs for the rest of their careers, so they're always eager to please the influential citizens of Acropolis City (judges, eminent scientists, first responders, and of course the all-important reporters). On the other side of the law, a similar dynamic predominates; only the most glamorous and charismatic costumed ne'er-do-wells can make it in this town. And so, the novice superheroines just learning the ways of battling for justice and order, without any team to back them up, always end up patrolling the skeeviest, most undesirable slums of the city and taking on the most thankless rescues. As if that weren't bad enough, most of them feel obliged to dress in ways that get more outlandish and revealing with every passing year while they fight the good fight and/or feed their craving for attention, depending on how you see the 'cape life'. As if that weren't troublesome enough, the superhuman mutations that make so many of these heroes' careers possible also result in greatly increased sexual sensitivity, particularly in females. The adventures and misadventures that these spandex-clad lady crusaders get into are often too hot to print for the kind of comics that their young admirers would read. Messy mistakes will be made, but you don't want to disappoint your readers, do you? So let the League know what kind of superheroine you are, your chosen name, powers, and appearance, and they'll send you out on your first patrols. Good luck.
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Texxxt
The file has been running as a background process on the server since 1979, never taking too many resources and never totally stopping. It looks like part of the operating system, and a number of key processes tap into it, but nobody has any idea what it does. It even regenerates itself when deleted, and has jumped the gap from one generation of servers to the next. You've been given the job of figuring it out, but you're out of time so the only way to do that is to run it.
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Ann Tique's Shoppe
This is the story of an Antique Shop, located in the most unusual places. Locating it is more a matter of frame of mind than physical location. It is attended by a young lady named Ann Tique, or at least that's the name on her calling card. As for the specialty of the store, it's simple: it sells devices intended to provide personal satisfaction – to adults.
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Hot Potato
There is a game played by children called "hot potato" where an object (sometimes a potato) is passed from person to person; when it is given to a particular person, their only objective is to give it to someone else. What possible origin could this strange game have, and how long could a game really be kept going?
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Hi Godling, I'm Kennedy
Sure I captured you and trapped you inside my body, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends. Sure you can only act when I tell you to, but freedom is totally overrated. Well, your freedom is.
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Trans-Human
In 1594 a single cosmic ray photon struck a single molecule of DNA in an oocyte of an unknown woman somewhere in Europe and caused a tiny mutation. That oocyte was fertilized; the resulting boy grew into a man, and that man became a successful mercenary. As he travelled the world he made the acquaintance of many women and left a substantial genetic legacy. Twenty generations later his descendants started to mate with each other, signalling the end of the domination of Earth by homo sapiens. It started small, with a girl named Ariana and her friends.
