NOTE: All characters are at least age 18. Inspired by a back to back viewing session of Slither and Terminator. ***** Amanda read her book in silence by the warm orange light of dusk. Her back against a tree, she did not see the curious way the leaves behind her swirled up off the ground like helixes of green. But she did sense something. The hairs on he...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My readers are so cool. Thanks to all who helped me on a few points (sentences which gave me trouble, clearing up those pesky confusing issues, ideas for tactics, etc). Thanks to Literotica for letting me entertain people, and thanks to all the people who provide feedback, giving me the impetus to continue writing. As long as there exist those...
The others headed into the elevator ahead of them, with Eriel hanging groggily onto the white cyborg. The reaper moaned and whimpered, practically dragging his feet. Chameleon tipped Eriel's face to his to exam him with a frown, obviously concerned. Eriel sighed with a pout, batting his dark lashes as he leaned more against the tall cyborg. Anniel rolled her...
Fred Smith was sure he was in Hell. It wasn't bad enough that he'd wiped out on his very expensive hover bike at around two hundred miles an hour. It wasn't bad enough that the crash had reduced his less-than-fit twenty-one-year-old body to a pile of ruined meat but an intact brain. It wasn't bad enough that the prosthetic body they'd put the bio-pod contai...
Joe's Cyborg Repair was a busy place on a Monday morning. The customer waited in the lobby, awkwardly holding a shoe box on his lap, positive that the other men waiting were staring at him. "Everyone else is just here for minor repairs or tune-ups, no doubt," the customer thought to himself glumly. The receptionist had warned him that he'd have to wait f...
Captain Janeway of the USS Voyager sat in her private bath in her quarters, feeling the water moving over her body. She loved the feeling of hot water moving over her naked skin instead of the pressure from the sonic showers. Occasionally when she had her physical with the doctor, he might remark about her odour, and that bath's didn't remove all the dirt an...
A few months ago, I met this cute gal at Wal-Mart, and I decided to make her mine. Samira was her name, and this tall, curvaceous and deliciously big-bottomed Arab cutie looked simply gorgeous in a modest Hijab coupled with dark pants, and the drab blue uniform that all Wal-Mart workers are required to wear. I see pretty girls of all hues and faiths in the C...
Clark Kent stood in front of his parents' farm, and looked at the horizon. He looked like any other young farmer in this part of Kansas, of course he was anything but. Clark Kent, adopted son of Jonathan and Martha Kent was not an ordinary youngster. He was the last survivor of the planet Krypton. Krypton was a distant world once inhabited by human-like enti...
Boy Rayne's taste was still in her mouth, the thick... surprisingly sweet warmth sliding down her throat as she stared wide-eyed at Master Lucien. Boy Rayne had slipped from her grasp, dived to the floor, and had fled... again. She had no time to feel disappointed at his continued fear of her. Master Lucien rolled over, his legs entangling within the satin...
Author's Notes: Hello everyone! To those of you returning to this story and thinking "What the hell happened?", don't worry. Long story short, I was unhappy with the way that my newest story was going, because I was limited by the standards that I had already set in my previous stories. This new version features many plot changes, with some new parts added i...