UNDER RECONSTRUCTION
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15 September 2024 : Progris Riport   

The deliberate misspelling is an in-joke that science fiction fans really ought to get.

Back in July, problems with my webhost’s payment system resulted in the site being suspended over non-payment. After weeks of frustration I signed up with a new host, and succeeded in migrating the domain across. I'm now paying less for better service, page uploads are faster, and the icing on the cake is that the domain is now secure (https). Still working on restoring all the pages and images. If your favourites are still offline, please be patient. I’m getting there.

In the midst of all this, the sad news broke that Taral Wayne had passed away, so once
I’ve got all of his ASFR images loaded I’ll be refurbishing his pages into a proper tribute site.

Next job after that will be to resume formatting new stories for the LTBSA. It’d be nice to
have an autumn update, and hopefully a Christmas one as well, if the authors are willing.

PREVIOUS UPDATES

Eighteen LTBSA stories uploaded between Jul 2022 and Oct 2023. Any writers out there want to add to the total?

Wow, for the first time in my career I’ve been interviewed! By the miracle of editing, Iago Faustus talks to me on his Squick or Squee podcast, and as a bonus reads my story Gillian in Bronze - all 947 words of it. It was an interesting experience, and places me in the company of giants such as Drake and Tek. You’ll find the episode here, and I hope you enjoy it.

LTBSA updated with 18 new stories. Love Among the Flowers (Male story, 9,000 words, rated R)  I can now be found on Twitter. Thanks to my new Followers. Gold Skunk (Male Taral Wayne pic, colour by Ezalias) Adrift (Female story, 4,800 words, PG) Infinite Voyage (Female story, 1,300 words, PG) Satyr Icon (Male story, 1,800 words, PG) Idol (Male story, 4,800 words, PG) Please give me your honest opinions on this site.

Taral Wayne - Gold Skunk (colour by Ezalias)

Gazing
by Leem

I am gazing into the face of my lover as we come. Her features contort with pleasure as mine contort; her back arches as mine arches; she moans as I moan; the same intense ecstasy courses through both of our bodies simultaneously. Our movements are perfectly synchronised, our mutual orgasm slowed and intensified by the experimental time watch on my wrist. Oh, gods, it feels so good. We never want it to end. Be careful what you wish. There’s a faint crackle of energy, a momentary whiff of ozone, and... We’re coming all over again, and it feels exactly like the first time! The watch has short-circuited or something, and jumped us back in our own timeline to relive our orgasm! And then... a faint crackle of energy, a momentary whiff of ozone, and we’re coming again, and again, and again, every time just as good as the first - because it is the first! Oh, gods. Every time we finish climaxing, the machine forces us to start again. We can’t turn it off, even if we wanted to. Neither of us can do anything except come over and over again, trapped in this small loop of time forever. I guess we’ll get used to it eventually. Eternity’s a very long time, after all.

Lend Some Support
by Leem

Lend Some Support: photo and caption by Leem, Creative Commons licence.
Photographed in the window of a now-defunct Las Vegas art repro shop, June 2011.
I believe it may be based on a piece by Falconet, but I haven’t been able to confirm this.

The Endless Circle
by Leem

Mental Notes by Professor Helena Vincent, July 23 2035
3:33 PM: Commencing test of new H.U.L.A. gyratory time machine. At 3:37 I will attempt to travel forward by five minutes.
3:36 PM: Discover unexpected side effect: a powerful orgasm! Making it hard to think clearly. Must focus on programming.
3:37 PM: Climax intensifying, more and more. Incredible sensation, but try to concentrate. Time shift commencing... now.
3:37 PM: Programming error. Jumped back five seconds! Helplessly repeating gyrations. Can’t stop. Unbelievable climaxes.
3:37 PM: Climax after stunning climax, every one identical. Sun frozen in the sky. Body won’t respond. Impossible to escape.
3:37 PM: It’s been 3:37 PM for a million years. Endless gyration. Endless orgasm. Oh, dear god, what a way to spend eternity.

Dance of Ecstasy
by Leem

The Vine by Harriet Whitney Frishmuth, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York,
photo by Leem, Creative Commons licence; posed by Desha Delteil, historic photo