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Stoned

by CorpseKing on Apr 24, 2016
Fan Fiction

The Infinity Stones. Each one has power over an element of the universe. The Blue Mind Stone, which strengthens and enhances mental powers. Both intellect and the ability to process information and reason, as well as psionic powers of telepathy and telekinesis. Boosted and controlled by wielding the Power Gem, one could enter and control all minds at once, a...

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A family affair

by SummerDawn on Oct 27, 2019
Amateur

At just a few months past her 18th birthday, Noriko was about as on top of the world as she could be, though in her mind right now, she was anything but. Her birthday had been awesome, her present, also her grad present, a silver souped up convertible mustang sat in the driveway. The grades she was worrying about, she'd made with a decent margin, and her soc...

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The Take-Two Project

by Spookity on Nov 13, 2020
Transsexual

What if you could... start over? Try again? Charge forward into life with a brand new perspective? Imagine a reality where you didn't have to look down at yourself and sigh; where you look in the mirror every day, with your ideal self looking back at you. Think of a world where problems like body dysmorphia didn't exist. Never too tall, too short, too thin o...

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Storm Chaser's Revenge

by SunKissedSweetie on Aug 1, 2018
BDSM

Natalie thrust her short story into her husband's hands and fought hard to contain her laughter. He read the title and beamed with obvious pleasure. "Storm Chasing Man?" He said, sinking into his corner of the bed. "Did you write this?" He asked. She nodded, wanting desperately to stifle her excitement. Justin began reading immediately and became spellbound...

The Not-So-Reluctant Samaritan

by AnonymousPerv on Jun 19, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Hey folks, please read my boring introduction Someone mentioned most of my enf works don't have much true enf in them. She's probably right. Still, I'm hoping you folks are enjoying the stories, and I'll try to be more creative with that in the future. I'm not sure how I feel about this one. I spit it out in an evening, sort of a twist on other stories I ma...

An Office Refugee Ch. 01

by Spectre17 on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

It was late and now I was pissed off, very pissed off. This bloody hopeless public servant needs to get a real job. The email came through at the last minute, totally moving the goal posts and now we'd need to rewrite the whole report, all 137 pages. The Report was due at the Department of Infrastructure in 48 hours. I'll need to burn the candle at both end...

Mack

by theilluminaughty on Sep 11, 2017
NonHuman

Hey Guys, So I was watching Pokémon. This poured out of my head. The trainer I write about is female, expect them to do some fucking. She's also going to have some interesting things happen to her... Disclaimer: Pokemon, Pregnancy, Transformation, some gay fucking (sort of) and transsexuals. Beware. The Illuminaughty ***** Mack is a Machoke. He's differ...

Maltese Penis

by Jenny _S on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Someone knocked on glass door of the Spade & Archer office. From under his dark brown fedora, Sam Spade pried open one eye then placed the half bottle of Old Sweat Sock in his desk drawer while he shoved the cock he had been stroking back in his pants. Rising, he straightened his trench coat, drawing the belt tight around his waist and tied it in a knot. "Co...

Behind the Scenes With Barnaby

by Barnaby on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Hello. My name is Barnaby Crockett. Some of you know me from my stories on LIT. For those of you that do, consider this as a DVD-style “Behind the Scenes” companion to my writing. For those that haven’t yet read my work, I hope you’ll want to give it a try after reading this crass infomercial. It’s a cliché but it’s also true. Your stories are like children...

Redemption

by storm_wind on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Zara sat silently on a bench in the hallway, leaning back into the shadows. She watched a trickle of counselors and dignitaries pass by, none noticing her as she sat, partially hidden by a side table and a dried flower arrangement. She was relieved that she did not have to speak to anyone. The afternoon's long meeting and treatise drafting session had left h...