They came in the night time on a regular supply mission and caught us all off guard. That nights real mission was for supplying their race with a ship-full of our females...and they almost got away with it. Rorgan females about to enter their prime breeding cycle often gather together at the earthly equivalent of a male strip bar. Several of our near naked m...
I walked with Brandon towards the bedroom, caressing the ass that belonged to me. He was incredibly sensual, in a very natural way, in the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he swung his hips at every opportunity. Some of it was no doubt due to the relative "normalization" of fluid gender and sexual personalities, especially on college campuses, such...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
Chester and I had been texting each other all day, so it was no surprise to me when he ripped my underwear from beneath my dress before we said, "Hello." As he bent me over the couch and licked my pussy, I began to regret my decision to give into the forces of society. Every time his tongue touched my clit I wondered if it would be the last time I would be...
T I've started another serial. I can hear the groans now. It's just a start with this chapter and the whole thing is NOT finished so it will be at least a week. As always for me it's a "Loving Wives" core but pretty darn non-erotic. More of a spy genre. I was motivated by QHM1's "Mr. and Mrs. America" follow on story and of course the Arnold S. "True Lies"...
If you haven't read my previous stories -- River, Hunger and Flower -- and you're thinking that you might just read those stories after you've read this one, I would ask you to reconsider. There are some loose ends from the previous stories that will be tied up in this one. But then again, Lit is a pretty free country, and free will is important, so go ahead...
Isabel slunk through the forest, following the two remaining Predators. They had been stalking along for what felt like a few hours. As they walked along, they would occasionally pause to fuck her, sometimes one taking her while the other scouted around, other times both of them using her at the same time. In between the furious couplings, she would look for...
Us. I ran over my notes and flight plans one more time. I didn't want us to miss anything on this trip that could be the difference between success and a calculated failure. It wasn't that I doubted anything you did, but after years of making this trip over half the globe, I never totally trusted anyone, and I always asked my copilot to check my numbers....
We rode into the Barney, New Mexico just after noon on the 15th of March, 2357. It was 250 odd years after the "Fist of Allah had Smote the Heathen". That plague had reduced mankind to 1 percent of it former Billions. The resulting chaos cost the remaining population modern agriculture and just as well as the refineries collapsed the oil had no way to be c...
ONE Nineteen, a virgin and only being kissed by relatives, it's probable Mira Bergen registers a minus on the mythical scale local males use when discussing the sexuality of the town's woman folk. Clearly, Mira will have been off the scale with the former undertaker's widow Mrs Jarvis (98), the hell and brimstone clergywoman Martha Williams (66) and the re...