Chapter 8 Saïna It was dusk when Saïna appeared before a very small humanoid. "What is your order Mistress," she said, bowing slightly. The small creature gawked in terror, immobile with the stone Tablet at her feet. She had long pointy ears, starting on the side of her head like any human and reaching almost as high as the top of her head. She had very l...
The world is changing. And many people are afraid of what these changes mean. Global warming. Political upheaval. Plagues. Wars. Yeah, all the flavors of humanity. It doesn't matter where you live, these changes will affect you. My name is Steve Voltaire and I'm a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of chang...
In this world, there is a pecking order of who can dominate who. It isn't just sex, class, money or any single thing. Some women can dominate the most powerful of men, and some men can dominate almost anyone they choose. Whoever is dominating it is impossible to resist their commands no matter what is attempted. Even the thought of going against their contro...
Chapter 8 2015 The changes had happened gradually to each of us. Some were so profound that I had been the only one to make it to the Cape the previous year, and then only for a month not my usual three or four. Anna became an even more sought after movie star. At one point she was working on three films simultaneously. EVERY week she was on the cover of...
Magic. That's how it began. Usually such a statement brings nothing but foreboding, and I would like to make a statement right now that I have not written this book to make people fear. I have written this treatise for the exact opposite reason, if truth be told. Nine and a quarter centuries ago humans had truly conquered Earth. Of course, the price had be...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
PREFACE This is an adaptation of an older story I have on Literotica, "Oshun." Out of sheer boredom and not having a "life" lol, I decided to expand and mold this story into the Star Wars universe. It took some work because I created my own stand-alone "universe" of sorts with this story. I decided that SW needs some sexuality in it, and why not some black...
©Nora Quick 2013 Chapter Sixteen Three hours later I was in my guest room, a suite in the east wing of the hotel we'd apparently commandeered, and I knew the matching suite in the west wing probably held Malachai. My pack was littered about the room but I had denied entrance to Val or any of the council and their packs. Diego seemed aware of the tension bu...
Always hold your head high when walking in the sea of hostility, I say to my grandson Djohar "Joe" Pierrot. Thanks grandma, the six-foot-tall, honey-colored young man says as he gently kissed my forehead. With a sigh, he pulled away from me. Tugging at his collar, he straps on his backpack and gets ready to leave. Enjoy your classes at U of T, I shout to him...
To the reader: This chapter is one containing little sex. Rather it is a preparatory chapter explaining the science experiment and serves as a necessary segue to chapters two and following which hopefully will satisfy your hormonal appetite. Enjoy. ***** Martin Bricker was one in a million; no, make that one in a billion. He grew up just outside a small fa...