Part 5 — The Final Night by Paul Gerard (a pen name) First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2012-09-06 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and patience. The numbering, I suck at it. Yes, I remember that this is technically supposed to be Part 4.2, because the previous part was called 4.1, and they once were just o...
This is my fifth installment on my first submission. This chapter is from the point of view of Paul Beckson again. I would like to thank Redwing2655, LKHooker, and MarionRed for their editing help. I hope you enjoy. ***** Saturday 5:20PM , 10/21/2006, 8 hours prior to the end of chapter 04 ***** It was signed and done! I, Paul Beckson, was longer married t...
Chapter 1 Melody fidgeted anxiously in her seat. She looked back and forth between the comlink processor in her lap, the podium, and the other reporters seated around her. She smiled at the guy sitting to her right. "I've never been part of a Presidential press conference before. I'm Melody. Just graduated from school last year and I'm already here covering...
**Note to readers - This story takes place in the same universe as Fleshware Requiem, but with more sex. ** * June 5th, 2053. Riverdale Plaza Shopping Center, Atlanta Georgia. Jackson staggered panting into the polished-posh lobby of the Pygmalion cyber-industries local retailer. Shirt torn, knuckles on his right hand bruised and bloodied. He took a momen...
It would be over soon, Brent realized. After the wheel had come up on Red, when he'd bet on Black... oohhh! Again! He was losing chips hand over fist! There went his stimulus rebate check, and his mortgage payment...ouch! "I can turn it around..." he hissed, gripping the rim of the table expectantly, amidst the glitz and glitter of the casino floor. And th...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction that includes a lot of graphic sex and descriptions of a bizarre physical transformation. Please read away if you're of the proper age, but don't come crying to me if the subject matter flips your stomach in a bad way instead of a good one! ***** I suppose the most appropriate place to start this story woul...
Hmm. The alliteration in the title works better when you know that the X in Xeplegh is pronounced [x], not [z]. Anyway, hello! This is my Halloween story! It was actually up on Halloween in certain places that I can't mention here because Literotica won't let me. Check the comments if you want to see these certain places. There's also a part two to this one...
So despite writing a ton of fetishy stuff about really huge boobs, I realized recently that I very rarely write breast expansion. Why not change that, I figured? So I started writing this, and it turned into this neat little erotic adventure thingy, which I think is pretty fun, so maybe you will too? This is sort of an erotic adventure story. It's kinda lon...
Warning, this sexy, swappy, chapter includes truly massive tits, mating presses, mass swaps, relationship advice, libraries, horse dongs, dog collars, lusty stares, dick swaps, head swaps, body swaps, breakfast, blind old ladies, futanari amazons, dream sequences, noisy vibrators, voice swaps, musky precum, casual blowjobs, traps, fashionable strap-ons, man-...
Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some o...