Foreword: This story is a sequel to BENNIE DOWNLOADS MARYA that first appeared on Bewildering Stories issue #181, January 2006, and to SATHYA DOWNLOADS BENNIE that that first appeared on Bewildering Stories issue #201, June 2006 (Literotica forbids HTML links in stories, but you can find Bewildering Stories easy enough with Google). It is not necessary that...
Chapter 12 Lisa stared into those eyes that somehow seemed to know her most intimate secrets. Those eyes that both made her heart pound in her chest, as well as, her nipples harden and thighs steam. Those eyes that promised the kind of love she always dreamed about, and those eyes that promised to keep her safe. She wrapped her arms around his head and sta...
("Sparrow fart" is very, very early in the morning. Ute- what some call a pick up we call a ute, short for utility. We really struggle to pick them up. We have technology called steering wheels. We use them to change lanes for example. We admire people who get out of their pick ups, run beside them as they pick them up, move them to another lane, then get b...
Chapter 1 "A scary night, well ended" The warm nighttime breezes moving across the dark waters of the South China Sea ruffle your hair a little as I come up behind you, and together we enjoy the smells and sounds of the island bay we are anchored in, while enjoying the closeness of each other even more. Just as I decide I should kiss you once for good luck...
A few years ago I visited Marseille in the south of France, which I consider a far more interesting holiday destination than the seal-colony Mediterranean beach resorts. My hotel was a small and friendly one, just a few yards from the Vieux Port, which due to advances in sewage technology has no trace of the smell on which Dickens comments. There are fortifi...
Midnight woke him up like a clarion going off right over his head. Steve's eyes shot open and his breath caught in his chest, and he felt like he might as well have not slept at all. The room was dark save for the vaporous glow of moonshine reflected off the snow outside and suffusing through his window. Not enough to make shadows and not enough to actuall...
The Filthy Hermit—we'll call him that though he had long ago forgotten his name, and long ago had lost touch with anyone who might call him by name—lived in a filthy shack in the woods behind Seven Church Acres, one of the many upper middle-class subdivisions dotting Northern Virginia. In a long-ago period he scarcely recalled, the Filthy Hermit had owned on...
The man looking to hire me was a tech mogul. He not only programmed some of my favorite software, he was also behind some of the biggest sites on the web today. So, why would he want me? The answer was clear, he was very New Age, his business practices of using tarot readers has been laughed at by nearly every other CEO. Got to love old money, if it's not ou...
A/N: Some of this is an area that I am unfamiliar with. Don't worry though; I did a ton of "research" before writing this. ;) As always, a big thank you to Brenda for beta-ing my mental sewage. Warnings: Femdom, drug use, abduction, anal play, urethral play, and nonconsensual sex acts in this work of fiction. Please also note: This is a work of fiction th...
Chapter 3 Pt. 1 Heart Full of Pride, and a Head Full of Anger Alex came out of the flashback overwhelmed. He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around his body. He had witnessed firsthand the carnage Zenakuu bestowed to people of Kalryn. Because of his clear moral definition of what was wrong or right, anger and rage flooded his heart. The hair on his...