My name is Wendy Beaulieu, and this right here is my story. Life is tough for those who are genetically different from the rest of everyday humanity. It's especially tough for me these days. You see, I'm not exactly like everybody else. And although my background and appearance play a big part in it, they're not the main reason. At six foot three inches and...
Author’s notes: Fuor is pronounced Fju-or, just so you know. I was thinking of not continuing to write… I felt that the two second chapters were not as appreciated as the first one. I know that they are not as good, but I have been trying to figure out what to come next. The second and third chapter I actually had no idea, so they were perhaps slow, and eve...
Another day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Gosh I am bored. I walk through the corridors of the Carleton University library, yawning and stretching at the prospect of an all-nighter because my take-home midterm is due in the morning. As I make my way to my usual spot on the second floor, a wide-eyed white chick sitting in the back glances at me, as does a t...
Two years ago, Chelsea had been Eugene's "Slug Queen." You see, rainy Eugene's annual parade is called the Slug Festival. Back then, Lance had been an eighteen year old Ford salesman. He remembered seeing her waving from the float, her low-cut pink dress, showing off her almost freakishly large tits, smiling at the crowd in that sluttily innocent way of hers...
Man, I am scared shitless. Seriously. Everybody is gunning for me and I don't think I can get away this time. I guess they lack a sense of humour in spite of my attempts at helping them gain one. So what if I accidentally caused a war? These things happen. At least, I think they do. Whatever. The name is Jeremy Saint-Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of...
It started like any normal relationship. I had dated my owner for several weeks now. He was not my owner yet, at the time he was just my boy friend. He was older than me, I was only twenty four and he was in his forties. A bit older than I had ever dated before, but he seemed nice and I didn't have any other pursuers so I gave him a chance. We had met onlin...
Before reading this story it would be good to go to the Loving Wives archives and read K.K.'s erotic and rather disturbing story The Round UP. http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=64589 This story is my take on what happens in the next competition. As always my thanks go to all who have kindly commented on my previous submissions. Your prais...
This work is copyright to the author. All characters are over 18 -- and even if they look younger, they are way over 18. Like 25. I'm writing a series of short stories on the same theme -- that conversation between a man and wife when one of them has been caught cheating. How it turns out kinda depends on my mood at the time of writing. Sometimes they are f...
'I was gon for a minute, now I'm back with the jumpoff' Lol, but no seriously... I had a lot of stuff going on and I needed a break. Now that I'm done with unclogging my brain, here are these late updates. This and the other two stories will stay on the site and be finished up(don't worry, we're not even halfway through... on any of them... *sigh*) but I'll...
The distraught farmer hurried told his awful tale to Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel and her less illustrious companion, the goblin Cockweasel. Gwyneth had rescued Cockweasel from his tormenting mistress, the vile sorceress Valeria the Black, and the two had escaped on horseback to the village of Crompton. It was here in Crom...