My name is Julius Blanks. In my lifetime, I've been called many things. All kinds of names, really. Being a tall, good-looking, healthy, college-educated black male has made me the envy of some and a threat to others. I don't know why. I'm an ordinary man who has a life and goes to work and puts his pants on one leg at a time. This is me. Unfortunately, lots...
In addition to teachers, school dances were chaperoned parent volunteers. Jeanne just happened to be standing in the principal's office when she overheard the end of a conversation one of the secretaries was having with someone on the phone, one that concluded, "Why certainly Mr. Ashe, I'll make a note of it right away." She watched as the woman retrieved t...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fiction written by Arilia. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Arilia 2017 Minor spoilers below. Anahet's story explores how sex interacts with magic, soc...
The red alert claxon sounded, shattering the stillness of the night aboard ship. Jamie rolled out of bed with the trained reflexes of a Starfleet officer and promptly hit the floor. She had never had to react to an off shift alert since she had become a woman. The shift in her body balance was something she still had to think about. Scrambling up she dove fo...
Hot House Crustacea: Conclusion (Inspired by Seduced On The Bridge by Little White Mouse) Epilogue One "And this is how you found it?" asked the Chief Executive of Shipping and Transport, scanning the report. "Yes Ma'am," replied 4230, the first respondent. "Interesting," S&T said, "Continue for the record please." "Right. 4782 experienced an accident...
"So are we agreed?" Her black-painted fingernails clicked on the elegantly carved wood table between us. The table surface was etched with a scene of festival revelry, covered by a single giant sheet of inset glass; jousting knights careened around the sides. A sheet of parchment lay between us, terms scribed carefully with her flourishing hand. She offered...
With a shiver I closed the book. Edgar Allan Poe's "Masque of the Red Death" always held a certain morbid fascination for me, no matter how often I read it. I finished the last drops of the red wine on my bedside table and turned off the light. Cuddling into my covers as if they were the arms of a fantasy lover I surrendered to the misty shrouds of dream lan...
2044. Year 4 of the male voting ban. The students depicted here are seniors and all 18 years of age. Miss Lucy Phillips tapped her pen happily on the desk. She had just finished her marking of the seniors and the trend was evidently continuing. Girls were beating the boys. All female grades were up. Even in these young girls, the female power unleashed by...
Missy Arrives (sequel to Amy's Appetite) I hear a strange gasp or was it a moan. There in the bedroom doorway is a stunning redhead. Her blouse and bra are hanging open and her skirt and panties are one the floor. Her fingers are strumming her treasure. Her passions are obviously on the rise. Her voyeurism and her rubbing have done their work. Her treasure...
"Ok, hon. Ready for me to do the paperwork?" The colonists still called bureaucratic procedure paperwork, even though paper was an all-but-forgotten concept. Wood from Terran trees, grown in biodomes, was still only available for luxury handicrafts. Trees were far too uncommon to think of pulping them for writing surfaces. Jessie's husband, Dave, already i...