| Author: | Mikala Ash | ISBN: | 1230001737639 |
| Publisher: | Changeling Press LLC | Publication: | June 27, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mikala Ash |
| ISBN: | 1230001737639 |
| Publisher: | Changeling Press LLC |
| Publication: | June 27, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Encounter: Worm Tamer (A Tale from the Margin)
Mikala Ash
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2017 Mikala Ash
Warning: This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Worm Tamer (A Tale from the Margin)
I don’t frequent saloons. Being the great-great-grandson of one of the founding colonists means I’d been born on the northern banks of the river, as they say, and those of my ilk rarely venture to this part of the capital. So this was a new experience for me, the first of many.
The Assend Bar & Grill was a clapboard establishment just outside the spaceport’s perimeter fence. The premises owed its name not to a misspelling, but to the simple fact that it was the outermost port of call for most spacers, at the ass-end of the galaxy as it were.
As I approached the building the swing doors burst open sending a shaft of pale cream light into the gravel street. A drunk, supported by a seemingly inebriated woman in a skimpy red dress, stumbled out. I gave them a wide berth as they staggered round the side of the building into the darkness. They didn’t see me, involved as they were; he groping her breasts and smothering her face with noisy kisses, and she intent on going through his pockets -- not so drunk apparently.
It was a salutary reminder of where I was. I’d read about such establishments, and the frustrated spacers who frequented them. Denied sexual release for months as they traversed the emptiness of q-space they fluttered to the Assend like helpless moths.
I knew their plight intimately. Having a relatively sheltered upbringing I was yet to discover the pleasure of a women’s company. Though this fundamental need constantly permeated my thoughts and dreams, sexual congress was not my purpose tonight.
Encounter: Worm Tamer (A Tale from the Margin)
Mikala Ash
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2017 Mikala Ash
Warning: This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Worm Tamer (A Tale from the Margin)
I don’t frequent saloons. Being the great-great-grandson of one of the founding colonists means I’d been born on the northern banks of the river, as they say, and those of my ilk rarely venture to this part of the capital. So this was a new experience for me, the first of many.
The Assend Bar & Grill was a clapboard establishment just outside the spaceport’s perimeter fence. The premises owed its name not to a misspelling, but to the simple fact that it was the outermost port of call for most spacers, at the ass-end of the galaxy as it were.
As I approached the building the swing doors burst open sending a shaft of pale cream light into the gravel street. A drunk, supported by a seemingly inebriated woman in a skimpy red dress, stumbled out. I gave them a wide berth as they staggered round the side of the building into the darkness. They didn’t see me, involved as they were; he groping her breasts and smothering her face with noisy kisses, and she intent on going through his pockets -- not so drunk apparently.
It was a salutary reminder of where I was. I’d read about such establishments, and the frustrated spacers who frequented them. Denied sexual release for months as they traversed the emptiness of q-space they fluttered to the Assend like helpless moths.
I knew their plight intimately. Having a relatively sheltered upbringing I was yet to discover the pleasure of a women’s company. Though this fundamental need constantly permeated my thoughts and dreams, sexual congress was not my purpose tonight.
