This is a repost of a story I removed from the site some time ago. If you have read it, there is no need to reread, vote or comment. Many have asked me to post it again, so I am. ***** Chapter One The eporeodon was exhausted. She staggered toward the stream, her urge to drink compelling her trembling legs. Her zebra like stripes were stained with clay whe...
Notes from the Underground Book III of the Zax Trilogy Translated into Archaic English by Zeta. Translators Note This translation was undertaken as part of a thesis on archaic languages. The archaic period selected is the 21th century, as measured using pre-modern reckoning. The particular dialect chosen is the American version of English, as spoken and...
*** Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade!Hide your face so the world will never see you. Masquerade!Every face a different shade.Masquerade!Look around, there's another mask behind you! -"Masquerade", The Phantom of the Opera *** CHAPTER 1: Blackmailed into Slavery "Please, Sir," Mandy said in a shaky voice to the man in the well-tailored sui...
Author's Note: This is an entry for the 2019 Summer Lovin' contest. It crosses several genres and categories, some familiar, some new. I've had this story building in my mind for several years, and now I'm pleased to present it to you in its fullest. I could not have done this without the help of my literotica friends who acted as a sounding board, my edito...
This is a first attempt. Comments and criticisms that are kind, courteous considerate and constructive would be encouraging. This is a long story. It builds up slowly. There is a lot of romance. It is also a work of fiction. However references to locations, historical characters, art, music and science are as one would find in normal geography, history and...
Year One Gerald Murphy was screwed and he knew it. He preferred to be called Gerald but for some reason, most people including his now ex-wife and former boss called him Jerry. He went with the flow but it still rankled him sometimes. But what people called him was the least of his worries. His primary concern was what a 35 year old man was going to do afte...
Forward My name is Tulip Mee. Or, rather, Tulipa Clusiana Mee. It means Lady Tulip. I was named after a flower because my mother likes flowers. Or so they tell me. My girlfriend, parents, older brother and three sisters all call me Tulip. So, I guess it really is my name. I don't remember. The only other person in the world whom I love just calls me Chil...
Chapter 1 The long hard winter had taken its toll on the city and its inhabitants. The streets were a slushy, wet mess thanks to a sudden spike in the temperature. Rivulets of melted sludge from the snow piles heaped against the curbs dribbled into filth plugged storm drains. Eager for the reprieve from winter's icy siege, dwellers of the magnificent city a...
Hello all, for those who remember me, it's been a while. While I was writing The Loners, I mentioned that I was working on a very large project. This is that project. This is the first few hundred pages of the first of four books, which is currently vastly incomplete at this time, so I apologize for the abrupt ending this has. (This is also my 4th rewrite of...
Day 1—The Plan I have been fat as long as I can remember. I have tried various diets with no lasting success. Being uncomfortable with my body was probably one of the many factors that drew me into being a submissive. Two years ago, I met the Domme of my dreams. My Mistress was about 5'10" but towered well over 6' tall in the heels she usually wore. Her hai...