("All of my writing is on hiatus until further notice, however, the story is still here and fully available. Any interaction, be it a like or a comment is immensely appreciated! If you have an idea for a chapter, be sure to let me know and I'll see what I can do! That being said, enjoy "Lab Rat"!) "Dear Jason, Congratulations from our com...
After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the door of Michelle's bedroom creaked open just enough for my short brunette girlfriend to stick most of her head out while one small hand wrapped around the door. Her shoulder-length medium-brown hair fell forward as her piercing eyes peered right at me as she mustered up the nerve to step out, her mouth obscure...
Julie was always a lot of fun. She lived with me for several months after my divorce so she could save enough money to go back to college. Like most 22 year old girls she had a flat stomach and a tight butt. She was brunette, 5'4" with long legs, a 23 inch waist and 34B tits. Julie would usually serve drinks and snacks when my buddies came over for poker on...
"I had so many questions. Some I may find out. Some I won't. Why me? Where am I? What do I have to do to get to the main dungeon rooms? Where do the dominatrixes sleep? What are they going to do to me? Will I survive? Who was driving the van these women got out of? Will my life ever be the same again?" These were the questions that I had 5 months prior. Back...
Author’s note: At the end of this chapter there is query. Anyone who wishes to comment on it, please do. Chapter 4 My Full Initiation into the “Sluthood” My Sluthood commencement exercises ensue… “I need some hard cock!” Chantel—who had been lying on the bed beside me masturbating while watching me get my double jollies—yelled. “At least two… and I need...
"Why! Oh why! Did we have to bivouac on that moon?" grumbled PFC. Travis Anderson. "I've got sand in my boots, sand in my socks, sand in my underwear, and that is the smallest grain sand I have ever seen." Pvt. Tom Crawford said " can you ever not complain; or better can you go 20 minutes without complaining. Try it. It will make you a better soldier. You w...
-------------------- Dear Readers, First of all, thank you very much for your patience. After chapter three I had decided to submit no further chapters without an editor. You may not believe me but it took me almost an eternity to find a new one but now I have Bronzeage at my side, also a Literotica author. I have to thank him for polishing my story and gi...
You are the Herald of Andraste and the Inquisitor of 'The Inquisition'... a fat, corrupt balding man who has the power to close the demonic rifts that plague the land of Ferelden. You're definitely not the hero that the people were expecting but currently they have no one else that can save them except for you. You were a Circle mage at first, hired to prote...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Candice Michelle, Mickie James, Torrie Wilson, Victoria or any WWE/WWF stars for that matter. ***** Mickie James had wrestled on the independent circuit for a long time before finally making it to the WWE, and then had spent two years in their developmental system OVW because she wasn't the type o...
Jeff Malville drove down the highway, his dirty; beaten up truck weaving in and out of traffic, but he somehow managed to do the speed limit even though he truly did not want to. All he wanted to do at this moment was put the pedal to the metal and haul ass to his destination. His destination being the Double D ranch outside of San Antonio, Texas. Jeff tappe...