[Author's Note: A bit of a post-modern lark, this one; or maybe not? The feedback is entirely fictitious. In the real world, comments are still welcome and appreciated.] Alexa drained the last dregs of her morning coffee, almost grateful now to be alive, if not perhaps to be awake, and sat down to check her email. She was greeted with the usual barrage of...
A/N: I'm sooooo sorry it took me this long to submit this, but I was caught up in the drama and life that is new motherhood. I know I know I suck but, the good news is my cub is getting older; the bad news is that I will be falling clear off the face of the earth every now and again. Hopefully I will be able to get a couple of chapters in before then. Again,...
Conspiracy Theories - or - Who is this man, Oscar Meyer, and why does everyone want to be his weiner? Of course, one can argue that obsession with conspiracy theories serves only to demonstrate the lunatic paranoia running rife in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. Much talk about conspiracies is dismissed as paranoia and much of it IS paranoia, bu...
*A short concept story just to tide over everyone who gives a fuck over while the next chapters of Fucksalott get lined up, one should be going up with this, but its light on the sex, though don’t worry! Chapter six makes up for it with interest ^^! Happy fapping!* * “Order NOW!” The words flashed up on the screen and unlike the usual reflexive press of t...
Luke and Sarah strode up the path to the Fletcher house, or rather mansion, Luke thought to himself, eyeing the large estate with trepidation. He and Sarah had argued over breakfast about how best to approach the newly-married Bree-Anne Fletcher. He'd wanted to do it alone; so had Sarah. They'd finally settled on doing it together. "The shock value of both...
Author's Note: Well, here it is, the final installment. Thanks once again to MugsyB and Annanova for encouragement, my beta reader J, and to estragon for copyediting. Any errors are mine, but hopefully there aren't many. Thanks to all who have read, voted and commented -- it means so much. Lara looked at Ryan over the top of her latté. "You guys fought ov...
Note- Based on a seventies cartoon strip and movie starring Anouska Hempel about Tiffany Jones, a fashion model and undercover agent. xxx The Bahamas, 1972. x Tiffany Jones entered the Pigeon Cay Beach Club accompanied by her photographer boyfriend Ray and smiled to herself. Every pair of eyes in the lobby and reception were on her as she and Ray headed...
Maybe I should use a more provocative title like "I Am a Depraved Man" to make my thoughts appear intriguing and frank, suitable for the topic of sex in writing. Or perhaps, something steamy and titillating: "How I Raped My Sister"—mimicking true confession magazine headlines—more intimate and appropriate for the avid readers of EROTICA, the realm of fiction...
In a future world, not that distant from our own, overpopulation is no longer an issue... but the survival of the human race is. Eighteen-year-old James Wiseman reports for his first monthly "deposit" and finds out that he is a very special young man. I normally don't write stories based on others people's ideas, but when Literotica member dimimis1991 propo...
In this chapter, the plot plods along a little bit, and the girls share some time alone. All characters are at least eighteen and are fictional. -- Karen Waters, the Stepdaughter of Mrs. Waters, only briefly greeted her Stepmother in passing as she made her way to her cabin forward of the mainmast. It had been a long trying day, and all she wanted were som...