This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
Calvin Hensley was awake in cold sweat long before the alarm clock buzzed annoyingly on top the drawer. He only got a little, if at all any sleep the previous night. He rolled over and knocked the stupid thing off the drawer. It didn't stop buzzing and he didn't bother picking it up. He just laid there thinking about something about the Swiss being pretty co...
Summer 2014 – Brownwood After my Fourth of July altercation, I tried to avoid people. I was able to stay away from Angie and Erica for a few days, but not from those at work. "I hope the other guy looks worse," Maria said as she tilted her head to examine my face better. "Other guys," I said softly. "Are you okay to work?" "Yeah, but I probably nee...
I recalled that, when faced with a similar advance upon her person, my mother had given cries of encouragement to her partner, and I tried a few of these to see if they would stimulate my feelings. They did not. However, I had only to gasp "Come on stud!" and "You're the best, baby!" to hear Grope utter a shrill wail, and to feel him thrust his small stick f...
Ashlasha, the tree of the grand banquet hall. It is the place where anyone may come to feast within its loving trunk or bathe in the sunlight on the canopy treetops. Young or old, impoverished or affluent, everyone climbs its roots to enjoy meals made from nature's wealth. It's where people come to celebrate, and where I go to work. Today, however, the hall...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. (c) Etaski 2016. * Her Matron gripped her wrist. It hurt, but she bore it bravely. She did no...
Lyda was a young raet, only having been recognized as an adult by the tribe a few months ago. She, like all of her race, resembled both a mouse and a human. They had humanlike hands and upper bodies, and their faces were pointed, but the overall shape and appearance were humanoid. Their legs resembled the hind legs of a mouse more than the legs of a human, h...
Far From Home Author's Notes: Without these people, this chapter would probably be still in the making: My lady love, Thornfoote, MisterWildCard and bikoukumori, my faithful editor. Thanks, guys and gals. No sex this time, sorry. * * * * The smoke finally settled, leaving behind only the shattered arch of the elven portal and three dead clerics, their...
Wolfe lit the candles to the chapel altar and sat back in reflection. This was his task for the next week while he meditated on his failings. To Wolfe it wasn't much different from being thrown in the hole back home – alone to think about your actions, no one to talk to, nothing else to do but sit and think. He smoothed the folds of his robe and adjusted the...
Thanks to all that have been waiting patiently for the second chapter of book 2. Again due to personal and health issues I had really brain locked half way through the chapter. While I was working on the third story I posted I realized what I wanted to do and not trying to give anything away. There is going to be some bouncing between the dimensions. Having...