Marty Rochester walked into the apartment with his 55-year-old version in tow. There was something different about the apartment. His girlfriend, Victoria Church, looked ... sated. She smiled at him and greeted him with a luxurious kiss -- the kind usually reserved for commercials during The Cosby Show. "We're going to catch my rapist," she said, almost gi...
Moune Agrison stepped off the ship, and looked up at the sky. It was so much different from the one at home. More blue. The breeze on her skin felt weird. It was a sensation she'd only experienced in the artificial garden chambers back home. To be outside without a protective suit was strange. She'd have to get used to it on this planet. It didn't take long...
March 2022 Tuesday March 1st I was back in the office yesterday but I didn't get the chance to get down to the phone box yesterday or today. I'm sure Cara will want to hear about the papers I found in the dormitory but I can't take any risks. Wednesday March 2nd I got fired! This morning, Lucy called me into her office. I was expecting some sort of...
Sam McCulloch was 42. He had been married for 13 years but for the last five he had been practically a servant to his dear wife Greta. She had always been an imposing woman, the wealth left to her after her mother's death had reinforced her confidence and now at 39 she floated through the house with not a care in the world. It was only a matter of time that...
“Gennex” The sign just outside of the security pylons and fencing read in bold red letters, illuminated by low hanging LED lights that flickered on after 7 at night once the sun went down. Just pass the security detail and a football field sized parking lot was a five story building that looked too much like an old library than a genetics research facility,...
Sequel to my October 21, 2017 story. ************* While I was cured of my ravaging fantasies – not only did they no longer interfere with my life, I never even had any at all – as a result of the ravaging reality that I was sure had been arranged by my misguided though probably well-meaning psychologist Mary Ross, I continued to be intrigued by the likel...
"Time to rise and shine sleepy head! We'll be late if we're not careful" mused Greta. It was Monday morning. Sam woke slowly, his eyes gradually adjusted to the cold winter morning sun, he glanced at the bedroom clock and immediately felt sick to his stomach. It was 8.30, in an hour he would be no longer with his beloved wife Greta. He started to reminisce...
Copyright ©2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Copyright Holder/Author. Note: This is the third in the John Abernathy series. There is no sex in this story. I will be posting other John...
In the pre-dawn hours a light streaks across the sky. Not from the sun. But, from a missile cruising like a jet across the heavens. Its trajectory imminent. The destruction inevitable. No noise to back it up. Almost as if God was spitting light on the First Day. Maybe he was. Below on the Cruise ship Beautiful Dreamer, Madigan Ridge comforted a devolved Sab...
"Are we there yet?" Buku was the only one that had revived from a sudden loss in power. The Maltese Cuckoo was supposed to maintain all functions against the dampening power of Pangaea's atmosphere. Evidently a certain alien Grey miscalculated somewhere. Having crossed time to the nearest point possible to locate the missing passengers of Flight 312. He mig...