This completely non-erotic tale is about one of the most fascinating (to me anyway) projects I was hired to do. It fits right into the "2020 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event". Thanks to Chloe Tzang for organizing this event. For those of you who comment that my stories appear to have been written by a geek, you now have your confirmation. Guilty as charged...
While I was waiting for Joseph to bring me the drawings for the shower Thomas nonchalantly approached me and warily asked me who was going to cut the trees we would need for all the construction. I momentarily shut my eyes in frustration. I had forgotten to assign a crew to do that. Without logs there would be no frame for our shower or tables for our kitch...
Chapter 9 – The Inquest On the way to the Inquest Chamber, Emma adjusted her step to accommodate the chain connecting her ankles. The chain tinkled musically on the floor as she walked. Hans held the handle to her leash loosely in his left hand, and she walked closely behind him, like a dog walking to heel. They left the building through a pair of swing do...
Lois was either totally crazy, or completely, utterly sane and in full control of this incredible moment: she was not at all certain which, and had some time ago abandoned the debate. Bare-footed, she padded silently down the dim, carpeted hallway. She wore only the short terry robe borrowed from her hostess and oldest friend, Jeannie. Its texture generate...
My name is Janice, but everyone except my grandparents calls me Jay or J. I originally wrote this story 10 years ago when I was 20 years old. It was published on a couple of sites back then. At the time it was my little secret admission of guilt, like a Catholic confession of sorts. A few years ago I came across it again online and saw that it was too br...
The White House "My Fellow Americans," the President of the United States of America began his televised address to the country, "since September 11th, 2001, Christians and Jews around the world have lived under the threat of annihilation by Islamic extremists bent on global domination. These terrorists, while certainly not representative of the main curren...
After about eight weeks, Sophie, (Jenny within her) and I wound up back in New Mexico, leisurely riding north out of Albuquerque, up the old Turquoise Trail. Otherwise known as New Mexico State Route 14. We ate—well, Sophie ate and Jenny, inside her, appreciated it—lunch at Madrid (say it as MA-drid), and, bypassing Los Cerrillos, were looking for a sunny s...
I awoke with a shudder, lights were flashing and the air had taken on a frigid chill. "Computer, report," I said, swinging my long legs off the side of my rack. There was a pause then the computer responded, with far more static than usual. "Yes Captain. Apollo Drive is offline. Life Support is at minimum required levels and falling. External Sensor malfun...
This story may not be what you expect. This is the introduction of a novel upon which I am working about the struggles of two people to come to turns with cognitive dissonances in their memories of loved ones that they lost on 9-11. This is the story of the random encounter of a fire fighter's widow with the younger brother of one of the hijackers. It is n...
Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first: Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's i...