Clay, become dust, sifts through my toes and clings to my naked ankles like a lover's grip. Each particle melds into my body's proof of heat, birthing a fresh layer of me - as if I am becoming. Molten gold pours into the clasping arms of the trees dappling the path making inkblot plays of quarrels and elephants and cars. I pass through and into them, distort...
Every time he had to watch Callen have his way with Coral, a part of his heart withered. Seeing her suffer, seeing her subjected to so much pain was more almost than he could bare—he would have died of agony if it weren't for the small moments of reprieve they were fortunate enough to have, those precious times he could hold her close and try to ease her suf...
Dana Lee Pruitt finished pulling her long, silky, blonde hair off of her face and tied it in a high ponytail near the top of her head. She was dressed in a pale blue bikini top that matched her eyes. It did a better job of revealing her firm, champagne glass tits than it did of hiding them. She owned a matching thong to go with the top but currently wore a p...
Ok as always, This story is not to be reproduced, copied or posted on any site other than Literotica without my permission. I can be reached via my literotica profile in the contact tab, or via email. On another note this is the 2nd version of Ch. 3 I'm posting, I'll be leaving both up until I get enough feedback from reader to decide which version they lik...
Year 2183 of the Empire (since Foundation Year) Year 979 of the Third Era of Empire (Dragonheart Line) Martis, the thirteenth day of First Seed Mid-morning The number thirteen has always been considered an unlucky number, and to a superstitious sailor, extra prayers are sent to every god imaginable to keep a sailor safe whenever the date turns thirte...
I smell blood. A wounded animal. An easy kill. The blood is still fresh. Not dead yet. A noise ahead, whimpering. Getting close. Big animal. No not animal. The part of my brain that is still human tries to comprehend. No fur. Clothing. Human. Must not kill. It's female and injured. Blood covers her ragged clothing. Smells like sweat, blood and desperation....
This is my first story on Literotica so any constructive suggestions are welcome. --------------------------------------------- Primeday the 11th, 5th month, 12:01, Coruscant, 19 BBY Ahsoka Tano landing on a local Coruscant spaceship platform in her Delta 7-B Aethersprite-Class Light Interceptor after receiving a signal from the Jedi Temple to return imme...
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Ghost in the Shell by Masamune Shirow nor the In Death Series by J.D. Robb. Death in the Shell by ElectricOutcast Prologue It had been two years since she rejoined what was formerly known as Section 9, it was another year before when she and her partners were to break away from their old Government to become an independ...
Paul effortlessly twirled Rose around. They would take two steps, she would place her hands on his shoulders and he would lift her up off her feet, almost throwing her into the air, and she would land soundly on her feet and they would do the steps all over again. She was dizzy, she was laughing, she...froze. She landed on the floor with a crash and the mu...
Jan sat in her bedroom in the middle of her bed, wearing a silk nightshirt and panties while pouring over folders and reports. It seemed things were going exceptionally well at the office, but, instead of lessening the burden, it only seemed to pile more work on. While she read, her mind kept wandering back to Jack. She'd never felt so close to anyone, yet...