The relationships we have are threads in a tapestry, each woven together to show the life we have lived and connections we have with one another. It's been a while since I've posted to this series, since some stories which were supposed to appear under this umbrella (Thank You, Janie and A D.Va, the Faire & a Waffle) were submitted as standalone series....
This story is different from anything I've ever written thus far, because it's being told from two different points of view; one male, and the other female. Anyway, I hope you like it, and for those who don't, well, that's life, isn't it? MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ ME Hi, my name is Michael Thomas Taylor, but my friends all call me Mike. I stand six feet, two inc...
CHAPTER ONE: A Strange Final "Maaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiik!" I groaned as I was jerked from a fantastic dream of being smothered to death by the class of 2019's best titties (Sarah Cornwick, if you were curious) by the shrill sound of my mother's voice screaming up the stairs. I twitched, writhed, then fell out of bed as she followed up my name with a hammering on...
Greetings to those who may be reading this. I'm genuinely new to this entire writing scene, having only been reading stories on Literotica. Most stories are all the same, so I thought I'd try adding something fresh into the mix. All significant input is invited. Much obliged to you for taking the time to peruse this. In this story, the world and every one...
Artificial Sentient Terraforming Robotic Automaton (ASTRA) Synopsis: With the fall of humanity the fate of its survival and resurrection resides in the hands of a very attractive female Android and the man chosen to be that champion; Jack Travus. Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm January 2020. This story cannot be...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
Ben Kidder woke up on the floor of his den, in front of his couch. It was Saturday morning and his back was sore from sleeping on the floor for half the night. The many minds connected to his let themselves be known. Felicia was impatient and hungry. Susan was telling her lover in Corporate that she was going to get taken by aliens and the other three girls...
This is a first attempt. Comments and criticisms that are kind, courteous considerate and constructive would be encouraging. This is a long story. It builds up slowly. There is a lot of romance. It is also a work of fiction. However references to locations, historical characters, art, music and science are as one would find in normal geography, history and...
*Want to thank the readers who encouraged me to write more* ***** Waking up by being rocked gently back and forth was something Justin had not experienced since he was married. But there Julie was rocking him back and forth. "Wake up, baby. You have work and your food is getting cold." Justin could only answer half awake and scratching at his eyes. "What....
All characters are eighteen or older. Please vote and comment to tell me if you like, thanks! ***** The Case of the Insatiable Fiancé: Chicago: 1924 I looked out at the city on that muggy August night. My window afforded me an unrestricted view of one of the seediest neighborhoods the city had to offer. Even though it was late, half past ten, there was...