Lowest Level of Hell; The Hive Deep within the bowels of the Hive, Hell's facility to house the hordes of nameless demonic warriors, the demon awoke to the usual buzz of the alarm that signaled the Horde's morning meal time. He sat up in his cot, in a room full of other demons, and cracked his neck. Another day. It seemed that no matter how hard he prayed t...
I'd been going to Mass for almost three months. No, Margo never did join me and I don't think she ever came to the Cathedral to check on me again. Nor did Margo and I ever talk about her "checking" up on me. Maybe she felt a little Catholic guilt? Regardless she seemed to be genuinely okay with my Sunday morning Mass and I did benefit from the clarity it gav...
An undead fiend slumbers in her ancient tomb, waiting for a foolish mortal to awaken her so she can return to haunt the living once more. On a dark, stormy night, a mad scientist is playing God, trying to create new life out of a blasphemous mixture of alchemy and science. And somewhere in the void of deep space, an alien horror that should not exist waits a...
Shopping at the very busy Supermarket, every Saturday, used to be a dull, tiresome, irksome sort of...non-event - a burdensome, necessary chore, that just needed to be done. That is, until about 2 months ago, when all of that changed... Since then, Saturday's don't come around quick enough for me. I have been seeing the Supermarket in a whole new, rose-t...
Lucy squinted at the hazy afternoon sun, the heat of the day waning as it crept towards the horizon. She adjusted her leathers, hitching her bra straps up to cup her tanned breasts. Despite her womanly curves, her body showed all the signs of a Hunter Warrior Maid, arms and belly toned and athletic, her long, dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Some in...
(Dedicated to my beloved Technogeek.) Rodney Johnson hated meetings -- endless, boring meetings, just so the talking heads in expensive suits could all point to the I.T. guy and say, "Look, tech support is here. See, we really DO give a shit about network security...or database management...or software integration...or blah blah blah..." Bleary-eyed, he st...
They were the perfect couple - Emmet and Mei Li. A former college jock turned star real estate agent, Emmet was the golden boy to many with his perfectly styled head of blond wavy hair, bright blue eyes, and buff body. He had an engaging grin of pearly whites could blind you on a sunny day; a handshake guaranteed to crush your knuckles; and a wheeling-deal...
SHELTER FROM THE STORM Author's note: I originally wrote this story some time ago. This revised version is new for Literotica. I own the copyrights to all versions of it. This is the only story I've ever written from a female POV. If I messed it up, I'm sure you'll let me know. I hope you enjoy it. Randy *** The blizzard caught me just crossing the New Yo...
Linda Adair was wonderful-soft-gorgeous-intelligent-warm and she loved me. We met at a frat party my Junior year. She was there with a group of her sorority sisters. They were from a different college in town, but on the female-deficient Tech campus they were always welcome. We talked all night. Shortly we were an item. After we both graduated the following...
Disclaimer: All names and surnames mentioned are imaginary and fictitious. Any resemblance is purely coincidental and unintentional. ***** "Bunty, hurry up! The bus will be here any minute!" I hollered at my son. It was the regular morning routine. I, being the busy mother, had my hands full. My 8-year old son, although prim and proper in his school unifo...