His sweat and body odor mixed together into a foul smell that was repellant and made all the more so because I could not get away. He had pulled me up and had his back against a tree and his front guarded by my body. He pulled me around the tree, trying to see everywhere at once, wondering where the mysterious attacker would come at him next. I must have loo...
What the hell are you doing here? Your mind chews on this question every minute when you are sitting in a muddy circle with other prisoners. You had joined the city militia to defend against an army of monster-women; fancy way to hit your 18th birthday. Taking up your sword and shield, your worried parents sniffled and hid their tears as you manned the c...
Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. It's been fun writing about Callie and her mis-adventures in post-college prospects. If you have any comments, feel free to email me. I would like to make her a very fun character. Chapter 8: The Cucumber of Truth Watching Nolan make cannolis was like watching a really good porno. It included two of my favorite th...
"Pst! Hey, what the hell happened to you?" Tanya whispered to Joan while Mr. Selter's back was turned. The blonde's high ponytail bounced as she turned to face Joan. The biology teacher was drawing five rough columns on the blackboard. He was oblivious to the two girls at the back of his class speaking to each other in low voices. "What do you mean?" Joan c...
Welcome to A Whore at Dread Harbor, An ongoing Choose Your Own Adventure set in the same universe as my other story on this site, Halfbreed! I'm already on the fourth choice of the main story so I wanted to get this to you guys on Literotica so you can see how it's shaping up. This is the COYA's Prologue. My readers have already voted on the Main Character...
The Offer "Good morning. Thank you for calling The Hillcrest, this is Rae, how may I help you?" Killian shifted in his chair, his body stirring. Her voice on the phone was softer, silkier, dripping with sultry invitation. And she knew it. "Hello Rae, how was your Christmas?" "Wonderful Mr. Laird, thank you. How was Texas?" He smiled, they hadn't discus...
My name is Amy and I grew up in the deep south. My daddy owns a large ranch that raises cattle, horses, corn and milo. The ranch has been in the family since 1802. In the early years, it was known as a plantation, although, since the end of the Civil War, it has been called a ranch. The ranch was first worked by slaves, in the early years and after the Civil...
Errol Tarken returned to work on September 14, 2001, three days after Terrorists leveled the World Trade Towers. Power was disrupted for most of lower Manhattan and public transportation routes were redirected, making it nearly impossible for most businesses to open. When Errol finally got to the century old auction house where he worked, he found the Curato...
SUMMARY: This story in an original work, I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. We all know aliens are ugly gray skinny dudes without any sexuality at all. Don't we? WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and virtually no plot. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are...
A note of caution dear reader, this story contains coerced sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please do not read further. All characters are 18 or older. It was my chore, along with my younger brothers to gather up acorns off the forest floor. We fed acorns to the family's pig and Momma also boiled acorns in some of her homemade medicines. We didn't eat a...