Caitlyn Volkov planned to escape Earth with a tour of duty on an Intech starship, only to find she'd been singled out for officer candidacy - a career of flexibility, exotic contact, and pleasure she'd never expected. With two captains eyeing her closely, it's fortunate she'll have an opportunity to unwind...
Dark Matter holds over seven thousand words of SF sexuality with an enigmatic but passionate figure who takes our heroine firmly in hand and gives her exactly what she needs. Strictly for adults only.
An excerpt:
"Do you want me to lay on that?" I asked.
He nodded once, firmly. He patted the tabletop again.
"Which way?" I asked, face reddening again. "I mean, face up, face down, or..."
His hands spread slightly and he shrugged one shoulder.
I stepped forwards, past him, watching the light glimmer on his dark skin. He was dark - his face had a different structure than I was used to, to say nothing of his eyes, but there didn't seem to be a single bit of hair on him, other than his eyebrows.
There was something different about him otherwise, but I couldn't shake that calmer feeling, even as I laid down. The cushion felt like memory foam, plush and thick, until it adjusted on its own - giving my breasts a bit more of a curve to rest in, raising a small ridge to support my neck and shoulders.
"Well that's considerate," I said. Then, "Is the computer still here?"
"The muscular tension examination will be administered by a trained professional," came the chorus-with-english-dominating voice again. "This is to minimize the risk of injury. Please relax; the experience is usually pleasurable. For your privacy, monitoring will conclude in ten seconds. Thank you for joining our officer candidate roster, Caitlyn Volkov."
There was an electronic noise, sounding like a twinkle of light did, and I felt myself tighten slightly. I was alone in this room with a strange man.
Nobody could see me.
Even so...
