"USS Impala, Captain's Log, Stardate 36521.31, Captain Lucille Arrington recording: We are en route to the Ophelius Cluster to investigate subspace anomalies detected by a Starfleet communications station established in this sector. Intelligence reports indicate Ferasan vessels have passed through this region, and though they are on an authorised diplomatic...
Yellow post-it notes were affixed at various places around the production offices of the Dr. Phil television show in Los Angeles. These simply said "Get Me More Weirdos." Doctor Philip McGraw was a man under a lot of pressure. Years ago the psychologist had used some appearances with Oprah Winfrey as leverage to start his own television advice show. Now he...
Roger dug in his heels, his brother was an ass. He certainly was not going to miss breakfast with his wife to enjoy HIS company. "Go! Make up with your brother. I've set up a breakfast appointment." Roger shook his head petulantly. Georgina ignored his ill-humor and she kissed him. "Make sure you are here by noon." His eyebrow raised. "If you are a good...
Eric Lensherr, the man known as Magneto stood atop the city of San Francisco. He looked down at the world of ordinary mortals. He smiled. Ever since he had discovered that he was different from mundane humans, Magneto had fully embraced his heritage. He was not an ordinary human being but a member of the evolving race of super-humans known as the mutants. M...
(This is the first part of a futuristic story in the CMNF genre where men are clothed and women are naked. It's not an attempt to humiliate women; merely a humorous tale for those who like the ever-growing CMNF sites.) The casually dressed boys of Beechwood High School sixth form settled into their new desks amidst excited conversation. When their teacher,...
Halloween has, throughout time, been a night when the veil between the worlds, thins; when the finite distinctions between the real and the fantastic become ethereal; when we celebrate life, death, and all the glory that both encompass. For many years, I have followed a tradition of the Earth Goddess, and worshipped all that is good and just in our world a...
(Author's note: The following is an official entry into the 2009 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. Please note that this story falls into the non-erotic category. This tale is the result of a perverted and morbid idea I experienced early the night before I composed this. It is not intended to excite, but rather to cringe. With all that said, read on, if yo...
My name is Jay Saint Guillaume. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The story that I'm about to tell you is one hundred percent true. Of course many will doubt me because that's what doubters do. I don't give a shit. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. Oh, by the way, I'm also a vampire. Just thought you sh...
"Brothers, I swear this before The Most High, you come for this woman because she's Indian, know that she is my wife, if you want to touch her, you'll have to go through me," Mamadou Kidega said angrily, holding the machete firmly in his right hand as he stepped in front of his pregnant wife Priyanka Chuttani-Kidega, protectively shielding her from Idi Amin'...
As usual, all characters in this story are eighteen years or older. HOUSE TRIESTE Paolo was occupied on the bridge of his father's flagship, The Vincennes, conducting its preflight inspection. To the uninitiated the room would feel almost sterile, a half dozen cushioned seats in a semicircle facing a blank wall. That was because everything he needed to se...