"HELLO!?" Amy barely hears her own knocking over the lashing downpour. The lights blinking in the window of the old, odd-looking estate had been the only possible reprise in sight. She had walked stubbornly for miles, convinced that the next town was far closer than it had proved to be, before stumbling across a huge wrought-iron gate amidst the th...
The parcel was about four foot high and about two foot by two foot at the base. It was wrapped in gaudy pink paper and tied up with ribbons of shimmering red silk. The ribbons came together at the top in a large elaborate bow. Tucked under the bow was a card in the shape of a large red heart. The whole package resembled a nauseatingly soppy Valentine's Day g...
Authors Note: So wow! It's been officially a year since I started writing. The whole Home Improver story was really just meant as an experimental 1 shot to see if I could actually write something decent. From that one stupid little story, it blossomed out to many more and I am proud of what the series has become. I really want to thank my readers - you guys...
She wasn't an AI. Let's get that clear right from the start. She wasn't an AI or a robot, a clone or a hologram. She was a virtual being, encoded and embodied at once. She was solid and could be touched. She could be kissed, or struck. But if you cut her, she didn't bleed. That's because inside her there was only light. Open up her surface, and you'd see not...
(This is a series called Story of YOU, by me. Nothing to do with the amazing Sandman comic series book. Neil Gaiman, please forgive me for using the same word. I'm just a pervert who writes senseless smut.) *** ...Another rainy day. Dark clouds are already over you. You took refuge in the woods, the rain battering the leaves of endless forests. You keep r...
The Toy "I like what we've done", he told her. "I like it a lot." "What do you mean?" she asked. "Your tits, your waist and your ass", he explained. "You know, when we take out the plug it stays open. Doesn't close. Not even when you try to close it. Well, it does a little. But not much." A chill ran through her. He had accomplished what she had feared h...
0 - 0 - 0 - 0:28 - Hank "Some people are winners and some are losers. That's just the way that it is," Hank thought as he stacked the last of the scaffolding into the back of the truck. "Best to always take action to make sure you are the winner." He added another fabricated fuel log to the trucks burner and tightened the steam valve on the piston compartme...
Deep in the pits a cry was heard. Fausta, the hermit-pontiff, watched from the perch above. Her latest subject was due for a daily observation; the pontiff had low hopes, but an observation was still to be made. In the pit - one of nine - was a gaelic woman, well built, with muscled thighs and a delightful pertness to her small breasts. She was of the nort...
THE VENTRILOQUIST (Or, "Which one's the Dummy?") Okay, like, I don't know why it happened, but it was fuckin' weird, man. I was sitting in the lounge of Texas Tommy's Boi-Toi Ranch, when they got an outcall for a "Big strong, hustler". As Mickie at the desk said, they wanted the biggest boy there, ALL OVER. Next to "Detroit Half-Smoke" Willard, who's...
Hey Literotica readers, Hope you all are fine. Here i present my first story, so please be easy at comments and please vote, as it would encourage me write more stories. Let me know of my mistakes and i would make sure not to commit them next time. Here is my first try at erotic horror. This is not a pure erotic horror, i think this is not an erotic horro...