My name is Franklin Saint-Mars. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-one and 170-pound, brown-skinned and ruggedly handsome Haitian-American stud muffin. My friends call me the Chocolate Speedster. This right here is a special story I've got to share with you. It involves how I outsmarted the deadliest of enemies and made a name for myself in the circles of...
Victoria strapped her silver dagger to her stockings. She had been given a contract earlier on that cold, misty morning that had intrigued her too much to put off. Usually she would attend to contracts with a mercurial approach - highest paying, highest priority. However, every now and then a case came to her attention that she would address on the very same...
Samantha I have worked with Samantha's roommate Jessica on nights for a long time. Since Sam and Jess hang out together often, I knew both women well. I was familiar with Sam's work ethic and enjoyed her sense of humor and her general personality. What's more, I certainly enjoyed looking at her. Sam is about 5'4 and weighs in I would guess around 125. She...
The name is Luper. I am what you would call a god. Not just any god but one of the craftiest you will ever meet. In my true form, I look like a large wolf. A wolf the size of a bull that stands as tall as a man. I walk around the earth, coming and going as I please. I'm not like the others. I'm a fun-loving traveler. I'm a bit of an adventurer. I don't care...
As I write these words about events in the year 'Twenty Thirty', the year is 'Two Thousand and One' and thus, this tale is set in the future. It is deliberately set in a not too far distant future, to allow you, gentle reader, to feel that such things as are described in this tale, may come to pass in your own lifetime. At this point I feel obliged to menti...
"Sorry ma'am but your vehicle did not pass emissions." the worker said dismissively. And there it was she thought, the icing on the shit cake that is my day. "No way!" she protested. The worker didn't care though. "I recommend AMS Car Shop down the street. Have them take a look at it." "Thanks." she mumbled as she grabbed the paper and drove out of the te...
Disclamier: Iorveth, the Scoia'tael, and Cedric are not mine but the female character is mine. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit. The title is self explanatory; don't know why so many people hate Iorveth. He fights for a cause although a little hateful and he makes me cream my panties, he's so hot. This story has a lot of ex...
Agnes had always told herself that nothing would change her, that no matter how high her star rose and what plaudits were heaped upon her she would still be the same girl who had been given her first break on the bill of that off Broadway play all those years ago. There was a part of her that at least wanted that to be the truth, but in her most honest momen...
Chapter Seven: Unintended Consequences When I woke, that comforting presence was gone, and I wondered if I would be at home when I opened my eyes, but then I heard low voices, Tomas and Theron whispering in anger. I couldn't hear what they said, until Theron hissed the word "fine", and then I heard him storm off, stomping and muttering under his breath. I...
Scenario : The West In The 22nd Century (The ideas in this story are merely fictions of the future. They are not meant to cause offence to anyone, whether Jewish, Muslim, 'western', 'eastern', religious etc. Read with an open mind. I posted Chapter 5 of this story on Literotica in 2007 under the title of 'Discovery Of The Real America', in which the lead...