Stories From The Space Station of Desire

By C.V. Walter

by C.V. Walter

The Archivist
Archive Station SETI Alpha 9 spins quietly above planet AP-9, providing an archive for xenoarchaeologists. The special collections are cared for by Corinne, the Archivist. When a mysterious stranger is waiting for her, will she fly or fight? Or, will she give in to her baser instincts and try out the mechanical attachments that make him a cyborg?

In The Captain's Quarters
Something of a workaholic, Captain Amy Kelso loves her job on board Spacestation SETI Alpha 9. Long hours spent in the control room mean she doesn't get away much for personal matters, including a friends wedding. Attending via holofeed, she's dismayed to find her date wasn't able to attend at all.

While she's focused on the scenery and the party in front of her, somebody makes themselves at home behind her. When she's caught in the middle, things get more than a little heated.

Will the Captain learn how to let her hair down a little? Will anybody else be able to tell what's happening In The Captain's Quarters?

By Rich Ryder

Taking It Like a Champ
The Adult Arcade is the galaxies most anticipated game. Matching people with the same kinks, desires and preferences for a hot, steamy encounter, it makes hooking up easier than ever.

Taking It Like a Champ is the first story detailing encounters in the Arcade, focusing on a large, sexy cowboy and a willing, submissive older man. The shock of their first encounter gives way to a hot, sweaty, sticky good time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aphrodite's Pearl
• Release date: Aug 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310380051

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The Archivist

© C.V. Walter 2014

In The Captain’s Quarters

© C.V. Walter 2015

Taking It Like a Champ

© Rich Ryder 2014

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is a coincidence.

The Archivist

C.V. Walter

Archive station SETI Alpha 9 spun silently in space. It shared its orbit with planet AP-9, known among xenoarcheologists as the Treasure Planet. Planet AP-9 had a slightly irregular orbit around its sun that created living conditions perfect to supportive thriving civilizations, only to shift, destroying all life on the planet. Or so it would seem. Now, there were signs that the plants would be returning and it was the perfect time to comb through the upper crust for signs of the last civilization that had lived there. The shells of great buildings dotted the landscape around dried seas and the latest team of xenoarchealogists had just left the space station for the planet.

Until the next supply ship arrived, probably carrying more archaeologists along with seeds and computers, Corinne was alone in the archives. She was grateful for the solitude, actually. Not that she disliked working with people but each team of archaeologists that came to the planet stopped at the archives first, to see what had been collected by previous explorations. While many of the findings were digitized, there were often problems with certain technologies on the surface, leading to researchers resorting to pen and paper to record what they found.

It was the work of several lifetimes to record, store and cross-reference those findings. There were ten decks devoted to storing the written records, which had at least been cataloged by her predecessors with the help of the original archaeologists and their assistants. They'd found, in the course of creating the catalog, that the atmosphere had weathered the papers faster than they should have. This meant the oldest had to be handled carefully and checked by human eyes when they were put away.

She was pushing a cart of the special manuscripts down a deserted corridor when something caught her eye. Down one of the many aisles of shelves, stood a man. At least, from where she was standing, he looked like a man. As she got closer, she realized what he was and why he was there.

He was a cyborg. One that had fallen into the uncanny valley that was known to plague those humans who chose to replace the parts of their body that wore out as they