Internet cafes are a dying phenomenon. When the internet was new and connections were expensive they flourished, but once prices of connections and the equipment fell into the range where they were cheaper than television sets it wasn't long before just about every home had one and the only people that needed internet cafes were visitors from overseas with a...
II. I will leave it to you, my Dear Reader, to imagine the welter of emotions I endured in the aftermath of Satta's sale to the goblins -- an agony of love outraged and of vengeance sickeningly fulfilled; of a humiliation endured and a destiny -- my noble destiny -- attained. Through the long weeks of summer I visited Graydon Zamp's establishment on severa...
This is part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the first three chapters, please go back and catch up. We'll still be here when you get back:) Hi all! First off, fair warning that there's no sex in this chapter - words were exchanged last chapter, and they can't be taken back. I know it's long, but I wanted to get it all out in...
Event: Gymnastics In the Olympics world there is a multi-event event known as Gymnastics where prepubescent girls show off their stretchiness. In the Literotica world, there is Bondage Gymnastics where women of legal age show off much much more. “All right then, welcome to the Literotica Dungeon. I’m Tom Gunn, and with me is my colorful commentator Dick Ge...
Saturday July 15, 2001 That mother fucker is history. Gone. Done. I got back from the hospital after the police arrested him. I'm glad I wasn't these when they got him. I don't know what I would have done. The phone's ringing off the hook and I'm not going to answer it again. His mom, then his sister called. Mrs. McSweeney started out nice, just concerned,...
This story is one that I have had rolling around my head for a while. It's loosely based on a human interest story I read in a magazine. This guy, John, is a hopeless romantic who falls hard. It's also a romance, so while there is tragedy, there is some happiness in the end. ***** I thought I would write down how my life got to where it is now. Love is ha...
Forward: This story was given to me as a challenge. Think of it as an alternate history to some degree. There are historical personages represented who interact with my invented characters. Feel free to ask which is which. There is plenty of graphic sex in this story, along with a lot of combat and violence. Just warning you now. Reviews and genuine critique...
Disclaimer: This story touches on several sensitive subjects, such as transsexuality and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are eighteen or older. "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." -Ralph Waldo Emerson Prologue Nearly everyone has something they disli...
Dr. Aine stood in the dim hallway, smoothing her navy blue suit skirt over her pale thighs and bent to pick up her soiled, tattered lab coat. She held it up to the fluorescent light, tsk-ing at the shreds down the front. She sighed, before balling it up and tossing it into the trash can on the opposite wall. She pulled her messy red hair back into a tight bu...
I hate dinner parties. But my estranged wife invited me to attend this one with her. I thought it provided an opportunity to reestablish our relationship, so I readily agreed. When I rang our apartment's door bell that Friday night, she answered the door with a small, knowing smile on her sweet face and looked better than I had ever seen her. In comparison,...