A Little Aussie loving wEBSITE OF eROTIC FICTION AUTHOR tONI GRIFFIN
NOT IN THE STARS
Since the dawn of human expression, man has gazed up at the heavens in wonder, inspired by the wheeling of the stars to explain his surroundings. While our perception of those surroundings have changed, from thinking of the Earth as a flat, stable plane to realizing we’re falling through space in a tiny atmospheric bubble, our wonder remains constant.
Space stations, alien races, far-flung planets—join the Mischief Corner authors as they explore the possibilities the stars might offer. The catch? Returning to mundane old Earth might be harder than you think. Finding Connor: The Borillian Twist, Book 1 - Toni Griffin Mark, a RAAF fighter pilot, is on leave for the first time since the aliens decided to say 'Hello'. He meets Connor, a numbers man for a casino, at a gay bar and danced the night away. Their one night together changes their entire lives and what people think they know about life on Earth. The Usual Conventions: Unconventional Romances 1 - Mathilde Watson When Chris meets the alien—man—of his dreams, "Ensign Brodeich Geinn" aka actor Brody Gates, it's as one of the coordinators for the first annual Science Fiction Convention in North Carolina. To his delight, Brody seems to return his interest, albeit in typical alien "Brodeich" fashion. Awkward alien or not, Chris is more than willing to play out any sexual fantasy for his SciFi crush, especially when Brody fumbles over the simplest of human conventions. Feel Me - Freddy MacKay One terrorist blast changed Master Tobias Zimmer's entire existence, relegating him to being nothing more than just a "Coppies" because of the metal replacing his flesh. As the once future Shogun of moon colony Orion 1, he now idles his time away keeping tabs on the Loyalists while his father and brother broker negotiations with the Earth Consortium.
A confrontation with his childhood enemy, Dr. Thorsten Nordenfelt, sets into motion events that cannot be undone and puts Tobias's sheltered heart at the center of the colony's attempts to free itself from the repressive Earth's rule. Shax's War: Brimstone 3 - Angel Martinez The boys desperately need a vacation. With the not-quite-ill-gotten gains from the Frog incident, Shax takes the Brimstone's crew to the exclusive resort planet, Opal. What could possibly go wrong there?
The world had gone nuts. Well,
actually that wasn’t quite correct. The universe had gone nuts. People
had been predicting something like this would happen ever since the various
governments had held a summit meeting and decided to step up deep space
exploration some fifty years ago.
Now they finally had their answer to
whether or not they were alone in the universe. Even now, six months after the
aliens had landed, Flight Lieutenant Mark Dwyer still had trouble
believing everything that had taken place. His head was still reeling from the
fact that aliens actually existed, let alone that they were humanoid in form.
Right this second, the last thing
Mark wanted to be thinking about was extraterrestrial beings. He had
twenty-four hours’ leave from RAAF base Richmond before he had to report back
for duty. Ever since the damn aliens had landed, Mark hadn’t had a single day
off base and he needed to get laid in the worst way possible.
Mark showered and dressed in the
tightest pair of jeans he owned. He knew his ass looked good in them, and he
hoped he might be able to garner some attention tonight. He threw on a black
T-shirt and laced up his boots. One last look in the bathroom mirror and Mark
splashed on a little cologne and ran a comb through his short dark hair.
He walked back into his room and
checked his wallet to make sure he had plenty of cash, stashed a couple of
condoms and a lube packet inside it, then shoved it in his back pocket along
with his phone. As much as Mark would love to leave the damn phone behind, he
couldn’t. Even though he was technically on leave until eighteen hundred
tomorrow, he could still be recalled to base at any time.
Mark ran his fingers through his
hair one last time. Satisfied with how he looked, Mark picked up his helmet and
jacket and locked the door behind him. He shrugged into the jacket and wandered
down the short path from his door to where his bike was parked, then straddled
the machine. Once his helmet was in place, Mark started his custom-made Harley
His bike was his pride and joy and
he rode it whenever he got a chance. That wasn’t to say he didn’t also have a
truck, he just preferred his bike to any other mode of transport, except of
course the fighter jets he flew for a living.
The deep rumbling growl of his bike
sent vibrations shooting through his body and settled in his balls. Mark felt
his cock twitch, as it often did whenever he rode, and palmed his package,
enjoying the sensations for a moment.
“You gonna sit there and play with
yourself all night, Lieutenant, or are we going to blow this popsicle stand and
go and get laid?” Jeffery ‘Van’ Donovan, Mark’s best friend and fellow pilot,
asked from the back of his own bike.
Mark flicked up the visor on his
helmet, then gave his friend the one-fingered salute. “Where’re the others?” he
called, wanting to know where Nemo, Sticks and Doc were. Mark had his own
nickname, but under threat of pain of death, none of his friends used it. Mark
had been given ‘Top-Gun’ as he graduated first in his class. Only those who
wanted to piss him off used his nickname.
Van looked behind him and Mark
followed his gaze. He saw the SUV with the other three members of their group
drive round the corner and pull to a stop just behind Van.
The driver’s window wound down and
Scott ‘Nemo’ Fisher stuck his head out. “What the fuck are we waiting for? Let’s
get the hell out of here before someone changes their mind.”
“The man’s got a point, for once in
his life,” Van remarked and chuckled.
Nemo just stuck his finger up at Van
and wound the window up again. Mark shook his head at his friend’s antics. He
would swear on a bloody bible some days he was surrounded by toddlers. Not
wanting to hang around any longer than necessary, Mark slapped his visor down,
kicked up the stand and took off. Van soon pulled up beside him and kept pace
while the SUV followed them.
They took the streets through the
base at a slow steady pace. They had to stop when they arrived at the guard
gate, but a quick check of the logs and they were allowed to pass through. He
waved at the guards as they took off once again. Mark let go of the breath he’d
been holding, afraid the man was going to stop them. Once out on the streets of
Richmond, Mark opened up his baby as he headed towards the city and what would hopefully
be a most enjoyable night. Six months without enjoying another’s touch, Mark
was on edge. With the way he was feeling, he’d probably go off like a horny
fucking teenager the second some guy touched him.
He knew a lot of the guys fooled
around with others on base, but Mark had a specific you-don’t-shit-where-you-eat
policy. It had kept him from having to deal with the inevitable crap he’d seen
others go through when their little trysts had gone downhill faster than they
could say ‘fuck it’.
Mark knew he wasn’t the only one
looking forward to tonight. Their entire group had been on lockdown for the
last six months, and no matter how many times you jacked off in the showers, it
just didn’t compare to sinking your dick into a nice tight ass or having a warm
wet mouth swallow you whole.
“Fuck,” Mark muttered as his cock
took keen interest in his thoughts. He had a long ride in front of him and he
couldn’t afford to be distracted. Mark glanced to his right and was happy to
see Van right alongside him.
It took them a good hour or so to
make it in to the city, but Mark didn’t care. They needed a break and had to
get away from the base. He was sick of being confined to the base without days
off, all because fucking aliens decided it was time to come out of hiding and
show themselves. Mark had been looking forward to tonight for weeks.
Mark shook his head lightly. He was
not going to think about that right now. Tonight he was on the prowl and there
was no way in hell he was leaving the bar alone.
They were lucky and found parking
just down the road from where they planned to eat dinner. It was nothing fancy,
just a good old-fashioned pub with burgers, fish and chips and steak. The beer
was cold and the food was plentiful and cheap, which was rare these days.
Van parked beside him and Nemo
pulled the SUV in to the other empty space two spots down.
Michael ‘Doc’ Clarkson, Stone ‘Sticks’
Barkley and Nemo all piled out of the car and met Van and Mark on the sidewalk.
“You have no idea how badly my mouth
is salivating at the thought of not having to eat base food tonight,” Doc said
as they started the short walk back to the pub.
“Oh yeah, I do. I can’t wait to get
my hands on one of their smoked hickory bacon burgers,” Sticks announced as he
licked his lips.
Mark shook his head, but he didn’t comment.
He wasn’t about to tell them he felt the same bloody way. The food on base was
all right, but it wasn’t anything to write home about, and after six months
with nothing but, Mark was starting to wonder if his taste buds were dying.
They walked inside and the scents of
beer, food and numerous bodies hit Mark. The noise level wasn’t too deafening,
for which Mark was thankful. He was sure when they headed off to the clubs
later that he would have his share of the thumping brain numbing music.
Now though, there were televisions
set up all around the joint. Some showed different sporting events, others had
some music channel counting down to something or other. The music played in the
background, not loud enough that people couldn’t talk and be heard without
having to yell.
“Grab a booth and I’ll get the first
round,” Van said as he headed off to the bar. Sticks went with him to help
carry the beers back. Mark looked around the dimly lit room, spotted a couple
of empty booths over to the left, and headed in that direction.
Mark slid in and Doc sat beside him
while Nemo took a seat on the other side. They all picked up a copy of the
laminated menu that sat on the table and looked it over. The only thing Mark
was looking for was whether they had changed the menu since they’d last been
here. They still offered Mark’s double beef and bacon burger and that was all
he cared about.
He set down the menu just as Van and
Sticks got back with the drinks. Mark picked his beer up and skulled half of it
in one go. “Oh God, that’s good,” he said as he placed the glass back on the
He watched as the others all did
something similar, their expressions of bliss matching his.
Mark looked up as a perky blonde in
shorts and a shirt that was probably three sizes too small for her came to a
stop at the end of their booth.
“Evening, boys, you know what you
want?” she asked them as she pulled out the little notepad from her half apron
and removed a pencil from behind her ear. A lot of places had brought in all
sorts of technology that the waiters entered the order on and it spat out
somewhere in the kitchen, but not this place. They kept things old school, and
Mark liked that fact just as much as he liked the food. They went round the
table and they all ordered.
“Food shouldn’t be too long, maybe
twenty minutes or so,” their waitress said.
“Thanks,” Doc replied before she
turned and headed to the kitchen to place their orders.
They settled back and just talked
shit until their food arrived. Doc went to the bar and got them a second round
of drinks when everyone was empty. Their conversation stayed well clear of work
or the reason they’d been denied leave for such a long period of time. Mark had
to admit that it was nice to be able to leave all that crap behind him, if only
for the night.