Note: This story was inspired by the spiritual and uplifting poems of Du Lac, one of Literotica's most exquisite poets. Pam Kernis walked eagerly to Stone Ridge State Park. The feisty thirty six year old felt better than she had in days, and was determined to get in a relaxing swim. Although the grounds officially opened at 9 AM, Pam had discovered a way of...
FAWC 2: Spilling the Seed (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingre...
In the future, robotics and advanced A.I. become a ubiquitous part of society, aiding mankind in all facets of everyday life. However, they still retained the cold impersonal look of a machine until a new development rocketed over the uncanny valley. Grown rather than built, this new kind of being was made possible by hacking the human genome and combining b...
You all know that CL Personals are no more but a while ago you could meet others and this is one of them. The names and places have been changed and perhaps I am embellishing the event but this did happen to me and is one of my fondest memories. I lived in the high deserts of SoCal at that time. I had been out of work for a long time and had discovered the...
Izabel stood in front of the window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. The rain falling from the darkened sky matched the tears flowing from her midnight eyes. Sobbing softly, Izabel stared out into the starless night. The sound of footsteps trudging up the stairs caused Izabel to cry more, for she knew what was about to happen. As on cue, there...
Part Six 'Shrooms by The Preve Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Interlude: Hansen's World, construction period, 2nd Age, 2217.08.10. "Here, put this on." "Filters? Why?" "For this." "Whoa! Are those . . .?" "Yep, Galatean mushrooms, heh!" "But . . . but those are illegal! We could get sent up for this! The spores are the most powerful hallucinogen...
A large black helicopter sets down kicking up sand and dust from the desert ground in a thick cloud. A number of figures step out and run towards the lab, carry weapons and devices. You can't make out any of their features, or determine what all they're carrying in through the grainy black and white night vision cameras trying their best to get a clear pictu...
Note from Jake Rivers: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as "Stormy Weather, "Foggy M...
On a warm summer afternoon I sat with a small group of people in the lobby of a plastics factory waiting for my number to be called, I looked at my ticket and the number six was neatly printed in cursive. The girl sitting next to me leaned over and asked: "What number are you?" "I'm number six," I showed her my ticket, "what number are you?" "The Butcher?...
After the lightness of the dressing room, I found myself in almost total darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I heard music and saw a glimmer of light between two rich drapes. I drew them aside and stepped onto a strip of crimson carpet that ran down an avenue of burning braziers, in the center of a spacious ballroom. Moonlight filtered through the t...