Free sexy sci-fi: 'Only who is left'

Hi

I'm making book I of my sexy sci-fi series The Inversion Chronicles free for today only. It's called 'Only who is left' and can be found here:

'Only who is left' on Amazon.

Hope you enjoy it! :)

Take care and all the very best,

Alexandra xxx

Inversion Chronicles: parts 1 and 2 now available

Hi!

Sorry again for not being around. Life is demanding, isn't it? So much to do and so little time... I try to keep you up to date with what I'm doing, but I'm so busy doing it that... Well, you probably get the picture.

I've recently published part 2 of my sexy sci-fi saga 'The Inversion Chronicles', entitled 'Love them Without Hope'. It's available - as are all my other published works - on Amazon. You can take a look at it here:

The Inversion Chronicles, Part II: Love them without hope

Please read on to sample a short section:

The room contained a galaxy. Occasional light beams from the city pierced the warm dusk, illuminating suspended swirling micro-particles of dust. Meanwhile, with an almost imperceptible comforting hum, air purifiers fought a constant battle to remove the myriad motes. In my darker moments, these processes summed up existence perfectly, reminded me of the obvious: the universe is beautiful, but essentially pointless. Stars burn, give their heat, and life sometimes thrives in their glow. Stars explode, extinguish that life. From the detritus, new stars grow, mop up the spangled cosmic dust, and life thrives once again. 

That night, from Jane's wide window, the high curve of the dome was a gossamer silhouette. Beyond the massive structure, in a rare lull, the planet's usually savage elements rested and I could see the sky. As though glued to a distant larger dome, winking stars marked their familiar constellations. I'd gazed at these stars for billions of years, tracked and plotted their courses, knew exactly where they had been and where they were going. Ironically, while everything outside the dome was predictable, everything within was not. The humans perplexed me, constantly surprised me. I never knew what the fuck they were going to do next. It was wonderful!

Jane's bare feet left their warm signature wherever she trod. Fading footsteps crossed the hard floor, their dark glow slowly dissipating into rising air. I'd been lost in reverie had not even noticed her comings and goings. Here she came again, tidying, busying herself. 

As usual, when doing simple chores, sounds tumbled unconsciously from her mouth, a gentle, undulating stream of frequencies that were always related by strict mathematical ratios. The lengths of the sounds were similarly related and lent the stream an implied but insistent rhythmic pulse, like a heartbeat. The vibrating stream washed over me and affected me, changed my mood and outlook, without direct physical contact with her. So when Jane was happy, I was happy; when melancholy - which was more usual - I lived her sadness. Today's rendering had moments of beautiful poignancy, but was overwhelmingly optimistic. There was a waver in the longer notes that betrayed her nervousness. The occasional words hinted at a tale of unrequited love that may even have turned out fine in the end. Ah! Now I understood. She was going to meet a man, perhaps to mate. That thought made me happier still. It was about time. Restrictions on permanent relationships had been relaxed since the PEP - Population Expansion Programme - had ended. It was known that many of the men did not want a steady partner, and I could not blame them for that; however, those who did had the pick of the bunch. And Jane was undoubtedly the fairest fruit of all.

She paused before the mirrored wall, ruffled her hair and smoothed her dress. She looked stunning, like a goddess. Tousled red ringlets reached halfway down her back, contrasting beautifully with her pale, porcelain skin. Her dress was short, a tight turquoise polymer tube that clung to her every curve. It was iridescent, opaque, and only microns thick. Her neck, shoulders and arms were bare, as were her legs. As always, her priceless gold pendant hung around her neck; the solid gold Roman J shone softly, as though lit from within. 

Apart from the dress and the pendant, she was obviously, blatantly naked. The material hugged her, supported her, highlighted every muscle, tendon and bone, accentuated every feminine feature. It appeared to be sprayed onto her and was obscenely beautiful. She was smaller in stature than most females I had seen; yet her tits, hips, waist and arse enjoyed perfect artistic proportions that pleased even my alien sensibilities. The soft nipples and surrounding subtle circles of her areolae turned each rounded tit into a turquoise target. She held her breath, tweaked her nipples and they grew; the sight and sensation made her smile. Turning some one hundred and sixty degrees, she stepped towards me, moving as though walking a tightrope. She ran both hands over her tits, across her ribs, stomach, hips and thighs, smoothing out tiny undulations in the clinging material. The depression of her navel was like an apostrophe - whether of possession or omission only the night ahead would tell. Beneath the soft curve of her belly, her pubis pressed a delicate letter J into the dress. I found it fascinating that she had again shaved her pubic hair into her initial and that she would display the fact so brazenly. I had been inside her head, knew her well, and quickly divined a reason:

J is for Jane. It represents me. Here, at the gateway to my body, I have scribed the code. I give it to you, freely, explicitly. Use it. Enter. I am yours.

'Lights out.

The computer obliged. On reaching my low windowsill, she peered out into the night. She smelt wonderful. Sex and spices. Unpredictability and desire.

'I should have worn underwear. What will he think of me? Should I shave off the J? Oh, damn... damn... what am I doing?'

She picked me up and I again felt her delicious heat. Every thought in her head was laid bare to me. 

Alex. I wish he were Alex. 

Forget him. He is married to the Dome. He is the father of all of us. 

Fuck, I want him. I want him.

Think what he did to me. What he put me through!

That wasn't him. That was the Executive. They made the decisions. The breeding programme was their initiative.

It was him. He put them in charge. He used me then discarded me. 

No, he didn't want to hurt me. He made love to me, but couldn't commit to me. I understood.

Fool! He fucked me, used me, then the fucking city used me. Impregnated me. Three times. So four fucking times that cunt raped my body.

No! I understand why. Population. Survival. It had to be done and I did my bit.

No! Wake up! They abused me. He abused me. The bastard took my babies. Oh, fuck.

Tears appeared in her eyes. I felt her pain and anguish. It was almost unbearable. With incredible mental strength, she swept the memories away.

Tonight will be good for me. A new beginning. Adam is a wonderful man. I could love him... I could. Adam... Mmm, I will be fine.

Fuck, I wished I were Human. Wished I had a body so I could commune with her. How lucky this Adam was! This barely clad promise of succulent suckable, fuckable flesh would surely drive any man wild and I was certain he would be no exception. 

'Here goes! Wish me luck, space rock.' She kissed me, became suddenly wistful. Her voice became a whisper. 'Diana, Rachael, Rebecca... wish me luck.'

'Good luck, Jane.'

In crystalline silence, I spoke for all of us. I cared for her; I really did.

She placed me back in my stand before pulling on translucent fragile-looking footwear that made her several inches taller. They accentuated the sway of her hips and tightened her thighs and calves. She offered her rounded buttocks to the mirror and smiled her approval. A single sonorous bell chimed, the signal that her date was waiting below. The door clicked closed and she was gone.

Three hours slowly passed.

The door slid opened again and Jane stepped inside. She walked a little unsteadily, spoke with a hint of a slur, and I knew the usual poisonous relaxant was in her system. She smelled of alcohol and sex, a volatile combination.

'Lights on. Dim a little. Okay. Come in, Adam. Make yourself at home.'

A tall, muscled, blonde-haired man entered the apartment. He was dressed in tight black T-shirt and shorts. Though his feet were bare, he was still six inches taller than his delectable host. He looked around admiringly.

'Beautiful place.'

'Thank you!' I knew what was coming next. 'Drink?'

Again the blue bottle was the choice of both. I was enthralled by that heady clear fluid and decided that once I joined with a Human, it would be the first thing I tasted. Jane sat on the long, white rectangular couch and Adam sat in a boxy white armchair opposite to her. They sipped in silence, each motioning to speak several times, but each deciding against it. Eventually, their eyes met and lingered, tacitly asking and answering every relevant question. Glasses were quickly emptied and placed on the floor. Adam rose then knelt before her and they kissed. Her arms snaked around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist and they locked together in a sensuous embrace that simulated copulation. Long glassy heels clashed and jousted as her legs sought to pull him even closer. Groins ground together and only his flimsy clothing prevented penetration. Adam's lips moved to her neck and shoulders, sucked the turquoise targets on her breasts till her nipples rose and poked peaks into the tight damp material. Again their eyes met. Their pupils were wide; their breaths were short and deep.

Jane touched a tiny button at her hip and the dress flicked to a deep red. Her eyes flashed with amusement at his reaction. Another touch and it was white. One more and it was transparent. Adam gasped, mesmerised by the sheer naked beauty. Jane whispered just two words.

'Eat me.'

She slid down the couch and her dress rode up even higher. He guided her legs over his shoulders and gazed at her gaping pink wetness. An index finger traced the slender letter J above it. She giggled.

'That tickles.'

'So will this.'

A soft tongue lightly prodded her clitoris. Her eyes turned to the ceiling and her hands spread out on the couch beside her. Turquoise nails clawed at the white skin-like material in perfect time with his languid licks.

'You taste amazing.'

Again she giggled. Her voice slurred with alcohol and lust.

'I know...'

Strong, broad hands reached up, kneaded her tits through her incredible dress, tugged and twisted her nipples. Legs wrapped around his neck, pulling his mouth into her cunt. His tongue was inside her, fucking her, then resumed lapping at her clitoris. He was good at this. Very good. Pleasure was building in her gut. All her body was declaiming it. Nerves overloaded. She came. And came. He swallowed and fixed his mouth around her till she stilled.

As her breathing slowed and her body recovered, he prodded her clit again and smiled as orgasmic echoes made her squirm. Jane unwrapped her legs then eased his mouth away from her vulva.

'That was amazing. Thank you.' She kissed him, licked his face. 'I wonder... do you taste as good as me?' He gulped. Her eyebrows rose asymmetrically. 'Stand up. Let me find out.'

At last! New novel published!

Hi!

I've just published the first book in my sexy sci-fi series 'Inversion Chronicles'. It is entitled 'Only who are left'. Six further volumes are planned - indeed, most are already written - and will be released as soon as they are ready. It has been a long time since the first seeds were planted and I am very excited to have the first volume out there. Here's a taster xxx Hope you can find the time to take a look xxx

Find 'Only who is left' on Amazon.

It was now or never. The Earth was dead. War had decimated her then had tortured, raped and burnt her. Nothing grew. Nothing flew, swam, walked or crawled. Seas were poisoned. The land was charred. The air was acrid. This journey was humanity's final, most desperate act. It was our last chance. We had but one ship, and I, Alex5, was its captain.

Extract from 'Only who is left', book I of the Inversion Chronicles.

'Captain!'

Erica hailed me across Hold 2. Her face was ashen. I waited till I was beside her then spoke quietly.

'Is it as the computer predicted?'

An unreadable thought flickered across her taut lips.

'There are no female casualties...'

'None?' She nodded. I cried out. 'Thank god! And the men?'

Her face darkened.

'Holds 2, 4, 6, 8 and 10 have no survivors. They've all been dead for a long time.'

I shook my head in disbelief.

'How many? How many survived?'

'Including yourself, forty-one.'

It made me incredibly uncomfortable to do so, but I had to immediately reduce them to data.

'Is there a pattern?'

'None that I can see. Three from your hold. Two each from Holds 12, 14 and 16; thirty-two from Hold 20. Two in Hold 14 were very recent deaths. The rest...'

It was her turn to shake her head. I broke the mournful silence.

'You've done a great job, Erica. How is Carmel?'

'Not good. She and her brother were very close. I gave her time...'

'And the other Wakers? How have they coped?'

'Twenty-seven have partners or male kin on board. None of their men have survived. A handful have insisted on working. The others are being looked after.'

There was another lengthy pause. We stood together, exchanging much but saying nothing. Around us, small groups of women - all clad in tight stasis greys - spoke urgently then split and strode purposefully between the rows. Erica gave instructions to a petite young woman with long red hair, who nodded and took off for another hold. I watched her trim figure turn the corner and vanish from view. 

'I know her. Who was that?'

Erica's frown was unreadable.

'Jane.'

'Jane?'

'No further nomenclature. There's only one Jane on board.'

'Ah, yes. Astrophysicist. I read her application. She's brilliant.'

'Most of the crew are experts in their fields.'

I recognised a hint of irritation in Erica's voice and decided against adding to it.

'Of course.'

'What now, Captain?'

'Autopsies. Choose two from each hold. It's fewer than regulations stipulate, but we are short of both medical staff and time. Suit up and apply the strictest quarantine conditions. Erica?'

Her eyes had glazed over and all colour had left her face. I placed my hand on her upper arm and she jumped as though I had woken her. It took a moment for my words to sink in.

'Sorry, Captain.' She smiled weakly. 'I'll see to it. Have you any thoughts on what killed them?'

'Yes. I believe it was asphyxiation. Though please keep an open mind.'

'You think they suffocated?' I nodded. She was incredulous. 'How do you know?'

'Because I almost succumbed myself. And,' I raised an eyebrow, though the movement seemed lost on her, 'I've had a chat with the computer.'

'And the... others? What shall we do with the others?'

'We won't even open their pods. Eject them intact. A lot of work, I know, but less than the cleaning and sterilising. And we won't be needing those pods now, will we?'

'No, Captain.'

'Clear Shuttle Deck and assemble the affected pods there, where they can be easily ejected. Transfer will take some time, but we have vehicles suited to the job. How long do you think it will take?'

Her response was almost immediate.

'At least thirty-six hours. We will have to work on a plan first - nothing on this scale was ever considered.'

'Have you enough bodies...' I instantly regretted my choice of words, 'er, enough manpower...' and those, 'without waking another hold?'

'We will cope. The fewer who have to witness this, the better.'

'Agreed. You have worked brilliantly today, Erica. I won't forget it.'

She smiled a sad twisted smile.

'There will be a service for the dead?'

'Of course. After the autopsies and the clean up, and once all the crew have been woken, we will be able to say our goodbyes.'

'Aye aye, Captain.'

Measuring up: get your cut-price copy today!

Hi!

From today and for a limited period, 'Measuring up - an indispensable compendium of eclectic erotica' is available at a vastly reduced price. The book is, as the title suggests, a collection of naughty short stories, many of which have at their core deliciously dark and bitter pips; for such is life: occasional sweet mouthfuls of fruit and a stomachful of guilt. Well, my life, anyway.

So, go on! Treat yourself. Sink your teeth into the most secret and succulent parts of me. Chew me over. Ruminate. And all for less than a buck buck buck!

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Take care till next time,

Alexandra xxx

Excerpt from Measuring up:

I stepped to his side, pointed pencil towards paper then nervously swapped hands and began.

'Right. Okay. Could you tell me when... you last had sex?'

His answer was immediate.

'Two weeks ago. Girl I met in the pub. She was very...'

While ticking the relevant box, I cut his anecdote dead.

'Okay.' That was the fourth okay in as many sentences; I promised myself I would not say it again. 'And when did you last masturbate?'

'This morning. In the shower.'

This time, my smile was natural.

'Again, a bit more information than required, but thank you.'

I set the clipboard down.

'O... As a stimulus, I'm going to show you a short film. It is erotic in nature. At its conclusion, I'm going to measure your response to the stimulus. Do you understand?'

'Yeah. You're going to show me a dirty film and then measure my dick.'

His robe already displayed a promising bulge.

'Yes. I suppose I am. Are you happy with that?'

He nodded though looked suddenly thoughtful.

'Is your lack of underwear part of the stimulus?'

Was it so obvious? The room suddenly became even warmer. I bought myself a few moments to think.

'Sorry?'

He gazed at me as if I were naked, and I wished I'd got a receipt for the moments - they were totally fucking useless; thinking was impossible.

'Is the fact you are bare but for your smock relevant in any way?'

Both for its own sake and as a homophone, 'bare' conjured up images of Geoff and Pam. His cock in her arse. His cock in her mouth. The self-same cock I had fellated in this self-same room. I retrieved the clipboard, hugged it to my pointy breasts and stammered.

'Er, no. Not at all. Think of me as, er, simply part of the furniture.'

He snorted.

'Knickerless furniture?' Another, though gentler, snort. 'I'll try, but it's going to be hard.'

I ignored his smiling innuendo.

'Are you ready?'

'Yeah. Fire away.'

After stepping back out of his eye-line, I pressed the remote and the screen slowly lowered. It was all part of the process, added immeasurably to the anticipation. At least, that was the theory. Lights dimmed. Darkness. The thought of what was to follow made me dizzy with desire. A trickle tickled my inner thigh. I reached down, lifted my uniform and swept it up, brought it to my mouth and destroyed the liquid evidence of my arousal. Unsurprisingly, it didn't help at all. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me rigid. If I'd touched myself again, I would have climaxed. Knees shaking, heart thudding, I clicked the remote once more and the movie began to play.

The blonde in the geeky glasses chewed her lip then started to strip. The black dress simply fell from her and she stepped out of it. She was young, slim, but deliciously curvy. Her black underwear was decadently delicate. The bra was next to go. Its removal was classic burlesque. Unfastened straps flapping, she clasped the cups to her bosom and caressed the hidden heavenly hemispheres while her eyes asked the inevitable questions. Shall I? Shan't I? As the teasing garment was tossed away, the subject's chair began to rock and hoarse expletives filled the air.

'Fucking hell! Fuck me! Fucking gorgeous tits!'

So immersed in the stimulus was he, that I believed Jake had forgotten I was even there.

The girl's heels were precariously high. The black hold-ups added inexplicable allure. When she finally lowered her knickers to display the most beautiful shaved pussy, the subject hissed some more.

'Oh, fuck! Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck...'

Sinking to her knees before the rock hard cock that now filled almost half the screen, she whispered huskily.

'Hey lover! I'm gonna suck your cock, big boy! You like that, don't you? Mmm, course you do. And I'm gonna swallow; swallow every fucking drop.'

Red lips parted and the tip disappeared. A delicate hand encircled the shaft and began to stroke. The sounds were intoxicating. Slurping. Groaning. The smacking of lips. Jake was breathing heavily. The chair was rocking insistently. I took a couple of silent steps and peered over his shoulder. What I saw took my breath.

His gown was open, chest, belly and legs on full display. His tanned body was slim, smooth, and beautifully defined. He had no pubic hair. No body hair at all. He was perfect. And that was without taking into account his incredible cock. Fuck. What a monster. Not only was it long, but it was very thick, and the head was rounded like a club. He stroked it lovingly, coaxed it carefully, alternately squeezed and released then stroked it some more. A wetted finger circled the underside of the head as he grabbed his balls and thrust rhythmically from the hips.

I was aching to touch myself. Lubrication again dribbled down my inner thigh. The on-screen cock lurched. The blonde coughed, spat out the pulsing flesh, then received one, two, three shots of cum onto her beatific face. The picture froze. I picked up my measuring device and stepped from the shadows.

'May I?'

'Oh, god, yes!'

Freud tapped me on the shoulder.

'Haven't you forgotten something, mein liebes Mädchen?'

I snorted derisively.

'What? To ask him if I remind him of his mother?'

'Nein! Nein! Die Latex Handshuhe? Die... Latex gloves?'

With difficulty, I blanked him out, had long ago decided I was not going to be party to his twisted little psychological games. And no way was rubber coming between me and this prodigious prick. Not in any of its titillating medical guises. Glove-free, I rested one end of the rule on the smooth pubic bone then eased the sliding stop downwards till it rested on the tip of the obscenely swollen glans.

'That's 9 inches.' I couldn't help but express my admiration. 'Wow. Lucky boy! Now let's see if the girth is equally impressive.'

Outwardly phlegmatic, while internally in chaos, I reached into my pocket for the tailor's tape measure. The unexpected touch of his hand on my arm almost took me over the edge. I froze. He whispered.

'I've got more than that. Try again.' 

*****

Inversion 1. Nearly there!

Hi

Thanks for calling in. It means a lot. It really does :)

I love tweaking in all its forms. Mental. Metaphorical. Physical. Especially physical. I love being tweaked too. Well, the tweaking is almost over! For part one at least. There will be six volumes when all is said and done. This story has stretched me to the limit and keeps doing so. Everything is in place to write the link from the recently completed Book 5 to the long-since-completed Epilogue. I'll probably call it Book 6. Phew.

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, Inversion1 is a 6 volume story of space travel, of human survival against the odds, and of war, artificial intelligence, sex and subtle aliens. And part one is nosing down the birth canal towards daylight. See for yourself the degree of dilation then read the baby's first words gently scribed on her head.

Inversion1

Book 1: Only who is left

Part 1: Alex5

Daylight filtered through my eyelids. A cool pillow hugged my head and hair tickled my nose. Despite the familiar elements, I found myself confused, disorientated. Deep breaths calmed me. Sweet perfume offered me perfect coordinates. I reached out, circled Emma's slender waist and pressed myself into her naked body. She yawned. A stretch momentarily tore her from me then she relaxed and snuggled her buttocks back into my groin. I kissed her neck, cupped a pert breast and gently rolled the nipple between my finger and thumb. It grew and hardened. She moaned, slowly rolled over and sleepily kissed my lips. Her left hand reached for my genitals, surrounded the loose flesh of my scrotum and squeezed. Surprise prised opened my eyes. She was grinning; her green eyes were flashing. Slender fingers spidered up my swelling shaft and stroked me into hardness.

'Good morning, Alex.' Her voice was a throaty whisper. 'Fuck me again, Sweetheart.' 

'You have a filthy mouth, Emma9.'

'It's 'cos of where you make me put it.'

I grabbed her long blonde hair and forced her head beneath the covers.

*

Inversion 1: Book 1 on its way!

Hi

What a week that was! Maintained my weight. Ate whatever what I wanted - and by that, I mean I ate whatever I wanted! And, thankfully, pleasingly, orgasmically, he reciprocated.

So, yes, that book. That bloody book! Well, it's been a long time in the coming (we have at least that much in common, my faithful book and I), but, apart from a couple of chapters to tie up the ends and much rereading and tidying, it is getting there. It will be somewhere in the region of 200k words by the time it is finished, so I'll probably divide it into 6 or 7 volumes. It is a good feeling to know the journey is almost over, though I will miss it like hell once I've set it free.

So close to completion am I, I have begun looking at potential covers. It's not scifi. It's not erotica. It's somewhere in the middle. And so I need to let the covers speak clearly of what lies within, thus enabling the reader to be aware of what they are buying into. And all this without being too clichéd.

A couple of examples appear below. What thinkest thou? Too obvious? Not obvious enough? Would you know there was going to be graphic descriptions of fucking within the pages, most of it in alien environs?

I'd truly appreciate any feedback. 

Be good and keep healthy till next time,

Love,

Alexandra xxx

Wow! It's so long...

... since I came here. So long since I came anywhere... I have this book to write. It has imprisoned me. It won't let me go. 175k and counting. It sits for a while leering at me then rips of my clothes and takes me while I am least expecting it. So since Xmas, I have lain beneath it, staring at the ceiling, while it has had its rather violent but always rewarding way with me.

It is an intriguing mix of sex and science fiction (which a very good friend of mine has dubbed an unviable combination, so please let it not be so!) and has been slowly taking shape between other projects (see my Amazon page for details!) for around seven years.

Thankfully, it's just popped out to the shop for Marmite, red pepper hummus and chilli chocolate -  all of which, presently and pleasantly, I expect to have smeared on my privates - so I have rushed off this little note for your information. I may be needing beta readers soon for book 1, tentatively entitled 'Only who is left' (around 32k words), so if you are feeling up to it, please drop me a line.

Anyway, shush! He's back. And I think he's brought a friend or two. Now where is that KY...?

Take care,

Love,

Alexandra xxxx