XXI The Good of the Country Iris 2053 Iris wasn't a girl who'd normally be described as someone with a nuanced understanding of politics even by those who she lived with. Her opinions on almost everything closely conformed to those of her friends and colleagues, and if she would ever join a debate regarding the limits of political freedom, the nature of...
My name isn't really important since I will be narrating this work of fiction. I had been serving in the army and was overseas in Iraq for all of 2005. One of the rules that we had to follow over there was no sex. So I had spent a whole year with guys every single day and my only release was masturbation. Soon the pictures of the girls in the magazines like...
Magic. That's how it began. Usually such a statement brings nothing but foreboding, and I would like to make a statement right now that I have not written this book to make people fear. I have written this treatise for the exact opposite reason, if truth be told. Nine and a quarter centuries ago humans had truly conquered Earth. Of course, the price had be...
The day is Thursday February 13th, 2004. I wake up with an almost depressed sigh. It looks like I’ll be spending my birthday alone, I think to myself. You might or might not still be over in Iraq. It’s been a month since your mom and I have heard from you, and all we really know is that by some strange turn of events, that you’ll be home sometime within the...
She had been sitting in the O'Hare parking garage for the better part of ten minutes. Glancing at her watch for the last time, Leslie slid out of her car and headed for the baggage claim area. After five months of phone calls, emails, and instant messages, Nate was coming home, and he was coming home to her. Five more minutes, and she would be in his arms, a...
Going out the door of my apartment, a two bedroom place in The Waterstone, a complex of burgundy brick buildings with white shutters amidst rolling lawns, behemoth pine trees and meandering sidewalks of serpentine rock, I wore my jogging togs: blue cotton shorts, a University of Washington tee shirt and gray trainers. As I closed the green door behind me th...
This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggesti...
Copyright © 2009 - 2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. A Hole in Time "What the hell is going on here," Bill Campbell shouted to no one in particular at waking in a well-lit cyl...
Author's Note: Wasn't expecting a non-erotic BTB cheating wife revenge story to be my first offering on this site, but hey, this one got done before the others! LOL! Anyway, if these types of stories bother you or if you're looking for explicit sex you'll want to skip this one. My deepest appreciation to ChasingEden, who made this story a heck of a lot bett...
My name is David Powers and for the last year I have seen this woman's dreams and fantasies almost every night. I have no idea why they are mixing with mine. I don't know her or the little town of Lawndale. I'm now home from Iraq after being discharged from the Marine Corps, of which I spent the last six years of my life. I have no idea why I see her in my d...