Prologue The villagers were terrified of the wolf. They feared the wolf's unusual white pelt. The strangeness of such a creature in a bland, flat land of nothing but dull greens and browns was seen as a bad omen. Draught plagued their crops. Disease stole their children in the night. The wild game they depended on to survive the long winter still ahead of t...
The Native Dawn Series Book 10, Rogue Dawn book 6: Kayla and Bryce Dawn Revealed Chapter 1 True love, did it really exist? Kayla wasn't so certain. She stood on the bluffs witnessing the union of two souls as one. The couple's unabashed happiness was enough to make her want to believe it did. As jaded as she was about the world though, the term true love...
Chapter 1 Erica shuffled nervously in her seat. The cordiality of the greeting had dissipated into an awkward, uncomfortable silence hanging heavily in the air between them. Her eyes fixed on the man's neatly groomed nails, on his soft, chambray button down shirt, on the tiled patterns beneath her feet, on the brilliant sunny afternoon outside of the coffee...
OH... MAH BUDDAYS Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it... yadda yadda. This story may NOT be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use. This work is mostly fiction. All events including celebrities did NOT actually take place. The side st...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
Mike's Navy: a novel in five partsPart 4: Femme Fatale Another Mike Claymore erotic novel copy write 2014 Chapter 44 Monday, 4th February, 1985 A quick breakfast in the deli of pancakes and sausage wraps then coffee for his tummy and thermos and he's away. It's clear this morning but there's quite an accumulation of fresh snow and frequent closures...
1. "Your new book is selling pretty well," said Irina Slonimska, Roger's editor. "Plumbing for the Panic-Stricken fills a definite need. I don't mind telling you that it saved me several hundred dollars in New York City plumbers' bills when I was editing the manuscript." "Did it really?" asked Sharon Hillstein, eying her old college roommate across the t...
Philip Johnson Prologue An advisory to Literotica readers. This is a very long story involving photography for the first few chapters, and yes I do know that concept has been beat to death. I do hope that i've managed to give that idea a fresh treatment, and you'll stay with the story to see where things go. Good reading, Thornapple. Owen was forty one,...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violen...
Dark_Brother, may you rest in peace. Chapter 01 Blue lights. . . A whirring sound. . . I feel a sharp pain in my arm. . . Head is throbbing. . . I can no longer feel my arm. . . Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me. Eyes. . . Such big eyes. . . Sweat sheets down my face as I sit upright in bed, terror filling my mind and tho...