They like to call you an "exorcist" but you're more than that! You don't only deal with ghosts, demons, and evil spirits! There's also thefts, "murders" , ninjas, etc.! You have a much larger scope than other people actually think you have, you'll solve anyone's problem (as long as there are cute girls involved) because you are... THE PRO...
To All Readers: I wanted to place a warning here that the content of this story may contain sensitive material that may not be suited for people who find certain fetishes offensive or disturbing. This story does include the following fetishes/activities - Medical Play, Testicular Exam, Assisted Urine Sample, Male Anal Play, Tentacles, MDLB, Non Human (Alien...
David had finally settled down in Newshire, a town in the south-east of England, shortly before his third encounter with Ruta. He had found a semi-permanent job in the form of working at a local comic book shop and the pay was decent enough that he could afford to rent out a cheap flat. It was not exactly luxury but it did its purpose well enough. Several mo...
Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit. * It's kind of difficult to describe an alien catfish/slug's stomach but I'll try. It's like, well. . . years ago I watched this old cartoon, Star Trek I think, the cartoon, not the live one with the weird guy from T.J. Hooker. Well, one episode had the Enterprise get swallowed by this giant cloud thing and the inside looke...
Like most women, I was never entirely satisfied with my appearance. I had always wanted bigger breasts - not huge, but... bigger. C cup. Maybe a D. And while I wasn't exactly 'fat', I had always been envious of slender women with narrow waists. So waking to find that, in addition to not being dead, I was possessed of a beautifully curved body was, well, some...
Chapter 3 - Out of the Frying Pan The third planet in the Antares system was in midst of being terraformed by the Federation. It had a small population of colonists, who gathered in small settlements such as the Space-Port of Port Redland. It also had a transient population of traders, workers and criminals that you would normally find at a backwater spac...
By The Preve On a warm spring night on May 8, 20... , a sonic boom woke the residents of Paris Falls, Cleveland, Ohio. Lights came on all over the neighborhood. People cursed the low flying aircraft that disturbed their various slumbers. The lights went out again as grumblers returned to bed, but not before the men had a brief tumble with their wives. Unacc...
(c) GratefulFred Part 1 Working for the FDA wasn't the ideal job I set out to do, but it was a job like any job - it paid the bills. I was assigned to the poultry division and further categorized in the fried foods department. Seemed kind of boring considering that, off the record, we really couldn't go accuse any of those big chains of any wrongdoing and...
The sound of a blaring car horn shattering the still morning air prematurely ended my exotic wet dream of sex starved nymphs pampering my aged torso with gleeful abandon. Didn't have many of these dream at my age, and silently cursed the owner of the blaring horn knowing it would be highly unlikely to recapture the erotic sensations. Vivian, my trusted compa...
A word beforehand: Categorization seems to be primarily important to many Literotica readers. "The Futanari," contains an element of science fiction as I understand it, but perhaps not as purists do. To my mind, my stories don't fit neatly into categories. Their pedigree is as muttly as their author. A note about format too. Literotica formatting collapses...