Author's notes: the setting should be familiar to anyone who shares my alma mater, and I've tried to be accurate. Dinner is one I had, but not at Downing; the flat exists, but Hazel never lived there; my old room is accurately depicted. Hazel herself exists. The events? I'll leave you to guess. -x- Most work trips away from home, I dislike. Unfamiliar be...
I ran across a forum where the person was asking how to make crossing a sexual taboo believable. My assumption was that this was meant in terms of writing about it happening. My forum posts are generally infamous for being a) poor attempts at humor and b) almost more long winded than my submitted stories. However this one began to even give me pause as the...
I pushed the buzzer and waited in the doorway. "Yes?" came a soft, tentative voice through the tinny speaker. "Delia," I said rather sharply, "It's your Aunt Penny to visit you." "Oh, dear, Aunt Penny." I could hear the fluster in my niece's voice. Then silence. I waited a beat or two. Nothing. "Well, Delia, may I come up?" I asked with a slight edge. "O...
I spent an extra half hour getting ready for my Tuesday class. Usually, I rolled out of bed around 10, made breakfast, hung around the apartment doing nothing and barely made it to class by 12:30. That's senioritis for you. I thought it was bad in high school but now, at 22 years old, with a job lined up, an apartment picked out, and graduation less than a w...
My name is Charles Porterhouse. I was born in Rochester, Kent, in 1834 and I am now 28 years of age. I am five feet eleven inches tall, with sandy curled hair, stocky but not fat, and generally considered moderately attractive to the fairer sex. I was a lawyer, a junior partner in the prestigious practice of Noble, Shields & Winfield. Due to a combination of...
It was June and two months had passed since the team was fully assembled, but things were far from perfect. Shyra was learning a lot about human social culture from watching the five teens. Alex spent most of his time training, while Cassie appeared to be more of a recluse, only associating with the others when necessary. Christian spent his time cracking jo...
A/N: Celebrating a little early but hey I never thought I'd get one like with my talent lol. On with the show! /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ A gentle warm softness encompassed his body. He was afraid that this was just something the afterlife used to get you to open your eyes, but he wouldn't do it. He just watched the earth get pulled apart at the seams, r...
Note: After this chapter, updates won't come as often. As I have already written up to this chapter once I started uploading them to Literotica. * An eight limbed demon lashed forwards at a purple succubus. The bloodshot demon, Asura had a total of six arms and two legs. A crown of horns rested on his head, he wore golden armor resembling a set of chains...
"Oh, how ironically, fucking appropriate. I'm in Hell for sins of the flesh, and with my flesh I must record my sins. Delicious." ~snick of a knife to get blood for ink~ To begin with, introductions are in order. I am Viscount Reynold Alexander Volta Chanticleer, called "The Bastard" by most. And the very first thing you need to know about me is, most of...
Chapter 7: Crime and Punishment Cyrus groaned as he awoke, his head was thumping and his ribs hurt like hell. Then the memories slammed back into him like a brick wall. Gasping at the intensity, Cyrus felt his powers release, but nothing happen. He opened his eyes and looked around, realizing now where he was. He was in a psionic proof cell and shackled by...