Derrick's heart had been hardened, the A.I.'s were more alive to him them almost all the humans he'd met were. After losing Lucy and instigating the installation of the new detection system, Derrick felt he was ready to start hunting the other EIG's. Then again he had the nagging thought in the back of his mind that he should hear the message Tempro had for...
Jon kept his hands in his jacket pockets. As usual, the hood covered his scarred head and much of his face. "I was hoping that you could tell me." Silence was Alicia's only response as they walked on for several minutes. They walked not back towards town but further into the cold, barren desert. Cold, barren desert was an appropriate metaphor for his life....
It had been two weeks ago that Sam Gates had first seen Mistress Andrea. He was still walking on air about the session. She had given him the kink activity he so much desired. Mistress Andrea had pissed and shit in Sam's mouth and made him consume it. She had called it "consuming her caviar and champagne." He had waited until he could afford another $500 se...
My name is Tina Chretien. I'm a six-foot-tall, lean and muscular yet deliciously big-bottomed Black woman of Haitian descent attending Hampton University in the city of Hampton, Virginia. I'm the proud recipient of an academic scholarship and major in criminal justice. Someday, I'm going to be a U.S. Marshal like my father Raymond Chretien. He works for the...
My name is Cleopatra. The original one, not an imitation. I am the first woman in history to bear that name. A name which by now should require little to no introduction. That is if you've ever picked up a history book or know Jack about Pop Culture. I am the former Queen of Imperial Egypt. Descended from the Kush Dynasty, the legendary Nubian Pharaohs which...
This story is complementary to the ones called "Epistle To My Captain", written by RedHairedandFriendly. Due to the recent tragic passing of Colleen Thomas, aka "Colly", I dedicate this particular one to her memory. This is part of the "Epistle To My Lady" series that I have been writing, in conjunction with RedHairedandFriendly. I have had a lot of pleasure...
It's not common to see a story told as a series of limericks, and while this is "poetry," this is not, I think, what people expect to find in the poetry section at Lit, so I didn't put it there. I could also have classified this as humor, but while it has funny parts, it's not entirely meant to be side splitting. It should make you smile, and maybe perhaps...
When Bobby, closely followed by his father, first entered the house, I believe that I was the only one cognizant of that fact. Kristine was having her mouth filled with the cum from Will’s knob, as she had continued her slobbering of it and Robert was presently shooting his manly essence into the beautiful Nicole, who was also climaxing. Jackie was slumped...
The life of a werewolf is a dangerous and thrilling thing. Trust me, I know. My name is Harold Rameau. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent living in Boston, Massachusetts. I've been a wolfman my entire life. Please don't be frightened. I'm not here to eat you. I'm just a guy with a story to share, that's all. The story I'm about to sh...
Fat, white flakes were falling gently from the pre-dawn sky as Tatya arose, the small bits of white looking like the goose down that sometimes leaked from the fine mattress upon which her step mother and step sister slept. For long moments, the young woman stood by the window, shivering in the cold as she watched them fall outside the small cabin, transformi...