Edited by Lynn Townsend
Coming Together: Among the Stars is out now, and all proceeds support the International Still’s Disease Foundation!
Read on for an excerpt of “The Joy Ride”…
Erotica writer and geekess extraordinaire, Lynn Townsend, presents an erotic spin on science fiction. Called the “literature of ideas,” science fiction is filled with futuristic settings, alien life forms, advanced technology, and space travel. Stories about the possible future have been used for centuries to frame stories to explore identity, morality, social structure, and desire. What it means to be human, among aliens. What binds us together, and what keeps us apart. From the exploration teams studying new life forms, to a woman flung to the edges of the galaxy to save (or sabotage) a ship full of alien bacteria, to the forbidden longings for other sentient species, Coming Together: Among the Stars will take readers to the very edge of the universe and back. All proceeds will support the International Still’s Disease Foundation.
Read an excerpt of “The Joy Ride”:
The man cowered as Ronat walked to him. Ronat didn’t touch him, but he did lay his hand on the grey surface behind Bill’s head. The solid panel evaporated into one huge window, giving the man a close-up view of the Galaxy.
“What the fuck?”
“It’s exactly what you think it is.”
“But…we were just…how is this…?” Bill put his hands on the window and stuck his forehead so close against it his breath fogged the glass. The light of distant planets twinkled and blinked, brightening his face until his sharp frown began to dissolve. “Is it really…?”
Ronat nodded. “It is, my friend. Welcome to the Galaxy.”
Bill kept his palms on the window, mesmerized by the view. When Ronat placed his hand on Bill’s shoulder, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he met Ronat’s eyes with a flash of longing in his own. It didn’t hurt that the chemistry between humans and his kind created a state of heightened arousal for both parties, which is why the Earth leaders had allowed them to occupy the Galaxy in exchange for hotel service so long ago.
“I feel like I should tell you to take your hand off me, but it’s strange…I don’t want to,” Bill said.
“It’s okay. It’s natural between our kinds.”
He gulped. “What is your kind?”
“We’re from Tetro, part of an ancient race in the Galaxy.”
Bill drew his hand from the window. “Why are you here?”
“Long story,” Ronat said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to. All you need to know is that you’re here, in flight, and anything you want can be yours.”
“Anything,” he repeated.
Bill raked his gaze over Ronat’s scaly flesh and crisscrossing straps, then down his silver pants. He seemed most captivated by his moon boots, and while he focused on them, Ronat moved closer. He could smell Bill’s sweat under his button-up shirt, a residual pungency of long hours at the office mixed with the essence of Earthling arousal.
“I don’t know that I’m into that,” Bill said. “I’m married.”
As if on cue, Andrea let out a moan that lasted for a solid minute.
Bill whispered, “Can I see her?”
“Sure. But you have to know that she’s in the middle of—”
“I want to see her. I want to see it.”
Well, well, well.
Ronat ran his pinky on the wall in the shape of a hexagon, then tapped three times. The eye scan appeared and he lined his retina up with the infrared beam, blinking fast so that his third lid retracted before the scan ray hit. A click sounded and the wall vanished, opening the hull of the ship to the room where Loul and Andrea fucked like Earth dogs.
Bill exhaled heavily. His wife was oblivious to his presence, but Loul glanced over. Naked and glistening, he pummeled Andrea from behind, bringing groans of pleasure from her throat as she clawed backward to reach his dark, scaled ass.
“Oh my gawd!” she cried. “Oh…my…gawwwwddddd.”
“Oh my,” Bill muttered. His eyes widened as he watched her, her tits bouncing all over the place. The smell of Andrea’s juices permeated the air and wafted into Ronat’s nose, sending a tingle through his body.
He crept behind Bill. “What do you think?”
Andrea answered for him “Yes, yes! Give it to me!”
Loul weaved his hands in Andrea’s tousled red hair, then angled back enough so both Ronat and Bill could see the flexing of his abs as he glided repeatedly inside her.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Ronat grasped Bill’s shoulders, massaging them while the man’s breath grew more ragged. His own cock lurched at the sight, making his silver pants incredibly uncomfortable. “Do you want to join?”
“I can’t. She’s obviously—”
“Oh, she wants it, Bill. Look at her.” Ronat leaned into his ear, his lips lightly grazing the man’s lobe. “Your wife is an animal.” When Bill didn’t speak, he shouted across the room. “Hey Loul! Can we join?”
Loul paused mid-thrust and Andrea tossed up her head, her face glistening with the sweat of wild sex. She registered the view of her husband for a second, her eyes spreading in surprise.
“Bill! Oh no, I didn’t know that you… I’m so sor—”
Loul drove himself all the way into her and she belted another cry. “Don’t you dare be sorry,” he said, pumping her a few times into incoherence. “You both came here for a good time!”
Bill’s face softened. There really was no way for this to go poorly. The only question was how Bill would insert himself into the scene.
With his next words, he made Ronat a proud accomplice.
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Bill said. “You are so hot right now. Can we join in?”
Loul threw back his head, gripping the sides of Andrea’s waist for one final shove inside her. “Fuck, yes!”
When Andrea wailed in pleasure, Bill stripped off his clothes in less than thirty seconds, piling his slacks, tie, button-up shirt, boxers and undershirt on the floor. Then, wearing nothing but his socks and a cock at full mast, he peered between Ronat and his spasming wife.
“Are you coming, too?” he said.