Chapter Eight: The Red Letter and The Monster in the Mountain. I know... Tales of love take turns for the worst. Bad people bring bad things like shadows and strange omens of apocalyptic events. But, what if? What if the tale was about simply loving girl-cock and tentacles? And so the Red Letter remained unopened. The Monster in the Mountain stayed as...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
Chapter 1 My name is Peter Edwardes and this is the story of an amazing weekend I had in Tokyo. I had been working in Tokyo then for about five years. I had come over to see an Exhibition and just stayed on, originally working as a language teacher but in the last couple of years I had set up a small business, mainly in the name of a local colleague named...
Hours after the sun rose, Kagome and the others found Inuyasha lying unconscious under a tree, not far from where he and his brother had spent the night. He was obviously wounded, but his friends weren't sure who had hurt him. They loaded him onto Kirara's back and took him to Kaede's village. Though they asked him repeatedly who he'd fought, what had happen...
Ali smashed her hands onto the table in the meeting room. The table, unused to being hit by a Doyen Princess who was capable of telekinetically enhancing her strength, shattered in half. It was a cheap plastic table, after all. Everything in the human ship was cheap. Ally had told her that this was because, well, the humans had been funding this project in s...
Zerret crossed to the door. His telepathic sense told him that Loc and Lunixri stood on the other side before he even opened it. He opened the door to them and Lunixri darted into the room. Loc stood motionless, save for the disjointed twitch of his facial tentacles. {She is a bit angry at the other two,} Loc sent. {Maybe so, but rules are rules. Her ruden...
*****Edited by Gustavca The night in the plane made some things very plain. There were not going to be any awkward moments so long after Midsummer, none of us regretted anything, we had all grown and sexually matured since and were essentially even more open than we had been. In Iceland, during Midwinter, we were all going to reap what we had sown during th...
Terry couldn't draw. Every time he tried to the blank page stared back at him, virgin white, and all he could think about was whether Mika would call him. When he had met her, he had experienced a huge spurt of creative energy, and now that she was gone the well was dry. Terry guessed that maybe all that shit about muses was right after all. He drifted thro...
Edited by PennLady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. * Night had fallen. Chad gathered his weapon, its bag, and ammunition. He looked over the map of the area with hot spots marked out. He made a mental note of where he was going, layered his clothes in deference to the cold, and left his room through the fire escape. Chad shi...
Notes: 1) If you see this anywhere but Literotica, it isn't supposed to be there! ***** By the time they returned to their rooms Lislora felt almost ill with exhaustion and embarrassment. The Aran had spent the walk delightedly speaking about how much she'd enjoyed the evening, praising the gowns the women had worn and the tunics of the men, insisting they...