Slide Pack Shuffle
I'm on my knees in the storage bay, cinching a tether strap around a rolled evacuation slide, when I hear the door roll up behind me.
Signal of Velvet
Writing from New York, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Expect NonHuman, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, and Erotic Horror with grown-up characters (50s), specific places, and the role-play night. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by Signal of Velvet
Singularity Drift
I saw Nico four years before I ever touched him.
Served With Desire
The scentweave machines hum.
Midnight Tango with a Pearl Monster
The soundstage smelled like dust and old rope, and I mean that in the best way.
The Saffron Taste
Sweat was running into my eyes again, so I wiped my forehead with the back of my wrist and went back to checking the risers.
The Curator's Game
Derrick is fighting with the canopy again.