A few years after my sexual exploits and escapades upon the deep space station commanded by my father (who disappeared on the eve of the great though bittersweet victory over the invading race of the Changeling’s and their minions from the other side of the worm hole and who has yet failed to return). I found myself living on another deep space station living out my dreams of being a serious writer; though by then I had begun writing erotic poems and short stories. Having earned a degree in journalism as well as degrees in photography, graphic arts and intergalactic web design. In the midst of seven lovely and well endowed maidens who had haired me to display the photographs of their au natural womanly beauty that I’d taken on the intergalactic web site they’d also hired me to create.
The deep space station orbited a small watery moon that except as a pleasure planet had no other commercial or strategic value other than its natural splendor. Along with the underwater science station and the popular honeymoon and vacation resort located on the planets only island within the midst of the deep blue ocean that covered nearly every square inch of the planetoid known as Oceana. Which had been discovered, claimed and exploited during the early years of the human race’s space exploration. By one of the many families that had forsaken their home world in order to seek both a new life and their fortunes by shuttling freight through the known galaxy.
At first the small planetoid had been kept a carefully guarded secret and was used for shore leave by the crews of the freighter’s belonging to the family who’d discovered the watery world. But in time as the owner and several of his captains along with quite a few members of the various crews expressed an interest in retiring upon the island floating serenely upon the planet wide deep blue sea. It was decided to establish the honeymoon and vacation resort in order to cater to the erotic needs of the citizens of the thriving and ever growing intergalactic society known as the Federation of Planets. The joining of which also had the distinct advantage of the added protection of the fledgling military organization known as Star Fleet Command from interspecies marauders. And also prevented the forceful annexation of Oceana into the Klingon and Romulan star Empires which were always on the lookout for planets and populations unable to defend themselves to exploit and enslave.
The station itself was small compared to the deep space station on which I’d grown up and discovered the ability to seduce the individual members of the sisterhood within the arms of an older woman. Since the stations primary dual purpose was to control Oceana’s weather as well as to direct the traffic of the nearly overwhelming amount of visiting starships in and out of stable orbits around Oceana. Which consisted of a bridge, shuttle bay, a state of the art holographic chamber and luxurious living quarters. Commanded by the thirty year old raven haired and full bosomed only remaining known relative and granddaughter of Oceana’s discover. Who had retreated to the station in orbit around her home world in order to grieve after the tragic death of her parents. Bringing with her six other equally lovely and well endowed females to assist her in running the station five of whom ranged in age from early to the mid twenties while the one exception had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday.
All of whom would conspire together to make the time that I spent among them very interesting indeed.
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