----=(A child named Ukrial)=---- The cosy little cafe was placed in a spring green nature park. The cafe was surrounded by a grass lawn area. Large trees grew naturally at various spots. The lighting was sufficiently bright to give full natural growth to the living greenery of the park. The sky-blue coloured ceiling was approximately three building floors a...
Theik had made a point of going back to the market several days in a row since he wanted to know what the 'package' was. It had been indicated it would be a few days before the special delivery would arrive. He wanted to know what it was simply so he could have a hold on whoever had ordered the slave. Well he assumed it was a slave but he had to know who it...
In our country the Monday just past was a public holiday, making what is quaintly called a 'long weekend' of Saturday-Sunday-Monday thereby proving conclusively that all weekends are not the same length. So what does a writer of adult fiction do on a long weekend to differ it from the standard length weekend? Why, write adult non-fiction of course. So I sat...
Note to the reader: Game mode is really required for this story. I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. There are whole blocks of dialogue in some scenes that just won't appear if you don't have the scoring active. The flowchart is going to be as complicated as i can manage, and the hidden variables will determine what paths and scenes will be available to you, based...
Angry White Person Syndrome. It's the most widespread virus in the United States of America. I see it all the time. White women and White men don't like having so-called ethnic minorities around. Especially those of us they see as "not knowing our place". The person of color, whether Black, Hispanic, Asian or Middle-Eastern, who works hard and achieves thin...
Author's Foreword: This is a cheating wife story. Thank you so much for the private applause received for my last submission: Eve and Jerry's Baby. The same caveats apply here as did there: No hot sex, adult language used, and my POV are part of the story. Thanks, again, Literotica for allowing me to learn the craft of writing adult fiction. All errors are m...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. -Li Bai, trans. by Sam Hamill The last living thing on Earth sat beneath the bloated red sun, using the energy of the dim rays to turn to the raw elements of its habitat into useful tools for its continued existence. DNA coded for RNA which was turned into proteins, much as it had for b...
Arya stark est dans le pétrin : c’est le narrateur Arya stark : c’est un dialogue Arya stark passé une très mauvaise journée, ses frères étaient partis assister à l’exécution d’un déserteur, sa sœur, Sansa, c’était moqué de ces manières et de ses capacité de couture, la septa avait appuyé la moquerie en insistant que arya devrait être plus comme sa sœur, et...
Beaver Jones was walking slowly towards the bank of the river Minge. She was a tall blonde assassin. With red lipstick, a fur coat, and a killer smile to die for. The people saw her as public enemy number 1. Her juices flowed from the de-industrialisation penis, swollen with the heady gains of a capitalist sweat-gland. It was a powerful symbol of the Soviet...