Part 2 of my Marvel Nights series ******* SPIDER-MAN Thanks to Spider-Gwen, I'm restocked on webbing. As I zip out of the ESU campus, I notice the setting sun and realize that Gwen and I were fooling around for too long. I tap my Webware hands-free device. Its one of the few remnants of Parker Industries, as most of my big time inventions had to get slag...
Dear readers...first off, sorry for the corny tagline. Second off, thank you so much for reading this and *hint hint* voting and *even louder hint hint* commenting. You guys rock! Chapter 4 is coming soon, cross my heart, but maybe not as quickly as this one did, because I'll be going through some intense changes over the next few weeks. But never fear. Yo...
Bed-making and room tidying was not exactly the job description that Vicki envisioned for herself, when she looked for ways to sustain herself during her junior year of college. But it was less stressful than trying to explain a three dollar late charge to a redneck video store customer, or waiting tables at the local TGWGA (Thank God We've Got Attitude) res...
Greta Samson stepped off the train and stood on the platform looking around. There were few people around at this time in the morning and the train left just a few minutes later. She hiked up her backpack and walked to the exit where a taxi was parked. There was a man leaning against the hood smoking a pipe facing the warm morning sun. "Excuse me, could you...
Emma led Sue into the room by the hand, like she was a small child. It was a puzzle box, like all the Club's rooms. Though furnished to Emma's pearlescent tastes, the shades of white were broken up enough to keep from being oppressive. It wasn't a Kubrick film. Chiefly, the polar whiteness was defused by a large black mirror at the far side of the room—one-w...
I met Joanne in an internet chat room in June of 2003. She was a regular visitor to that room, and had lots of friends there. Although I wasn't a newbie to chat, I hadn't been going to that room. The chat room was really good: lots of very intelligent people having deep discussions. I liked going there a lot. The highlight of that room for me, though, was J...
Hey Everyone, I know, I know, I'm late. It's just I got really caught up with my other series So I'm Not a Vampire? (which is now finished! Yay!) and I just haven't been doing my editing duty. I won't lie, willione (a member on lit) was the one who reminded me. And thank you for calling me out, sometimes I get so caught up in other stories that I lose trac...
Fred Plisken was a harmless local drunk always sitting quietly with a beer in hand at his favourite bar known as 'The Ankou'. He liked to sit there watching the comings and goings of patrons as they drank, chatted and played chance in the human mating rituals. Today he had noticed a man dressed in blue jeans and a long-sleeved check shirt sitting at a boot...
My story is taken directly from an English translation of a Grimm Brother's tale, embellished with a few characters of my own to create a new interpretation. All credit goes to them for the story's base. Please be aware that this story contains a mixture of Loving Wives, NonConsent/Reluctance, First Time, Mind Control, and Voyeur/Exhibition. All characters...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Fall colors flashed past the car window as the narrow road took another winding turn. In the passenger seat, Jenna tried to track their course on the map, but the blue dot kept jumping around erratically. "Shit. No signal," she said. "No problem," her brother Mike said, his eyes...