Once again I have let my imagination get the best of me an gone a little wild with this story. It seems to write itself to me. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I did writing it. I'm addicted to your comments and look forward to see what you think good or bad. Please remember to vote too. Until the next installment, Tah Tah for now. ~sylent...
Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. This is the latest in a series of stories about the Temporal Management Agency and Agent 99. The TMA concept was begun by slyc_willie on an Authors Hangout thread. Previous Agent 99 stories are there along with explanations of various terms used in these stories....
Well, maybe if I put the chord in second inversion, it then... no, wait, that'll screw up the phrasing in the basses... okay, but then I can just raise their harmony by a fifth here, but... no, damnit! Screw it, I'm getting nowhere. Move on to something else. And with that, another twelve bars of Calvin's Sonata for Sahndra were reduced to empty staves. Her...
Our protagonist was always the one to fail. Failed to do household chores, failed to meet expectations at work or school. Doomed to lead a life of miserable failure 'If only I could be told to do something more fun. Something I'd actually enjoy doing.' The fates heard the plea. For though they work in mysterious ways, they have for some unknowable reason dec...
Note: All of the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. I didn't create X-Change or the concept of it. The Gifs have been on-line for years. Check them out if you like this sort of thing. There are many other stories on literotica.com that deal with X-change. Give them a read. There's some great stuff here. This story does not represent any r...
~~Otrera~~ Otrera looked down at herself, and sighed. She was naked, lying down in the grass, and staring up at the moonlit sky. Her head rested upon the lap of a nymph that was combing her long black hair. Another nymph was massaging her legs and working her fingers into the tight muscles. They never said anything, the beautiful women touching her, but th...
"Dead." Valerius Costin drained the heavy silver goblet in his hand in one gulp, but the bitterness of the word still coated his tongue. The wine was supposed to warm him, but as the finality of his situation slithered into his gut he was chilled to the bone. He wondered then if anything would ever warm him again. "What do you want to do, Valerius?" He t...
People always have a desire for three things; Control, Power, and Sex. These things are what lead to people being sold as slaves for one reason or another. However not every slave is equal and some have defects which make them almost impossible to be sold. These defects can range from being too rebellious for any other auction to handle or their training is...
In the game of life, we are all just pips on the dice. Destined to find ourselves either face up and valued or face down and ignored. It's a craps shoot, life. The question, though--one asked since the dawn of man--is just what hand is throwing those dice. Ours or God's? Well, in either case, the hands tossing them are not clean. You could even say they ar...
Sandra stood up and yawned after memorizing her daily twenty five pages of the notes on the celtion dissertation on humans and mortality in art. Sandra had a way about her that made one think of distinction and statuesque competence. At five foot six she was above average height and her grace in movement was apparent as she glided around the perimeter of her...