Lentamente riprendo coscienza...mi ricordo solo di essere passato vicino ad un furgone e di avere sentito una gran botta sulla testa...poi il buio.. Adesso mi sveglio e mi sento intontito..sono su un letto ma non riesco a muovermi...le mie braccia e le gambe sono legate...al letto...mi guardo intorno e vedo che sono stato svestito e sono rimasto in mutande.....
(To help keep track of moves and pieces I use https://lichess.org/editor it's a very good resource) The audience gathered in the auditorium. A buzz of anticipation ran through the crowd as they made their way to their assigned places. As they settled into their seats, a thousand immerse sensors in each chair reacted to its occupant?s presence and began to ch...
It's easy and it's fun! "Easy! Well, kind of, not really, not at all. But, it's fun! Well, kind of, not really, not at all." This being my second year competing in Literotica's year long Survivor Contest, I have learned a few things about the Survivor's Contest necessary to win or, at the very least, place in the money. I like the Survivor Contest for two...
Chapter 7: Down the Hall Jeff was staring down behind the front desk of the Balloonville B&B at the pile of balloons that Janice had blown up, tied, and dropped, when he looked up and saw her disappearing into a door behind the desk. She turned and said, "Come on, do you want to see what happens to the balloons from the non-popping guests or not?" Jeff hurr...
The internet is just a pool of photos with little explaination that make one question, theorize, and fantasize about the backstory to the photograph. Here I'm encouraging authors to find some of their favorites and see what they can do with their minds and a google image search. Enjoy what their perverted minds have come up with and here is a link to the for...
The name is Damon Edwards. A tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. And I'm surrounded by the fakest people on the planet. They're everywhere I go. At the library. At school. At church. At the Westgate Mall. Like I said, they're everywhere I go. Must be something in the water or something. As a brother who's keeping...
CHAPTER TWO The internet's top three non-nude models, Jardin Découpage, Debbie Romani and Wanda Soldado, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. They held flags of their native countries in front of them, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the Union Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripe...
1. "Well my dear," he lifted her hand and kissed it gently, "we are at Gare St. Lazarre. This is the end of the line for us. Paris awaits!" Cecille smiled smartly with a definite twinkle in her eyes. "Indeed it does Royale. I shall miss you." "Ah but you needn't Ceci, you could come live with me forever as my private beauty to ravage at will." A laugh...
Warning: If you are not a steady Majgen-story reader this appendix most likely holds nothing of interest to you. My apologies for your inconvenience. Foreword: My self-editorial skills are not as developed as I would like them to be yet. Hence this section had to be presented as an appendix rather than as a part of a chapter. This section, 'The Human Natio...
Una missione come un'altra... Per Anna non fa alcuna differenza chi sia il suo obbiettivo siano questi uomo, donna, bambini non fa differenza. Con il tempo ha imparato a sopprimere il buon senso, se mai ne ha avuto, sviluppando anzi un certo sadismo per le sue... Imprese. Kazuya Mishima: capo di Anna e leader della G corporation, azienda biotecnologica, oltr...