Kyle had a question for Tom: "Looks like you're wearing a bunch of tech. Can you radio anyone and tell them what's going on?"   Tom shook his head, "No, it doesn't have any connection around here."   Kyle pointed to Tom's visor, "You know, you don't need …

Tom didn't hear any little voices in his head telling him that he was forgetting something, so he took a deep breath; the gun in one hand, and opened the heavy metal door in the other, and ...   Another door. He was in a small room, a couple meters big, wi …

"I'll do it." said Tom, "Do I need some code to get in?"   "The main entrance is from the bottom. Sort of like if you held an empty glass upside down underwater." replied Sgt. Sweet.   "Alright, no point standing around any more" said Tom, and he took off …

I'd like to get feedback again about how my readers feel about direction for my stories.   Do you like where Trapped in Scuba Gear is going? 1. Yes, continue with the current storyline. 2. I want to read new Trapped in Goalie Gear instead   And what shou …

"WAKE UP! Grab your stuff!" Sgt. Sweet yelled. Tom rolled over to look at Sgt. Sweet. Tom was in the habit of sleeping on his stomach so the rebreather didn't hurt his back.   "Grab your stuff! I'll explain on the way!" Shouted Sgt Sweet again. He was hold …

Tom couldn't think of anything else, so he put the fins, jacket and pants, and rubber boots into the backpack and headed toward the door. Then some diving knives on a shelf caught his eye.   "If I'm going to be diving in open water, taking one of those is …

As the days passed, Tom spent his days following the training program, and doing his own research on nanotech. He knew that his Internet was monitored, and that someone might be able to see whatever he sees on his visor, so he decided to see how far he cou …

Much like the average perv, I browse through the wonderful photos of GearFetishX, as well as Reddit, or Twitter, Recon, and Fetlife, many others too, looking for the right thing that turns them on so they can shoot their goo. What annoys the hell out of me …