I'm going to die out here. Lieutenant Claire Gaynor sat back in the dark cockpit of her lifeless, Jaguar-Class Interceptor, staring through her helmet's visor and a cracked canopy into the void of Proxima Centauri. The blackness of space sparked with the remnants of a massive battle, and shattered ships and debris caught light from the system's red dwarf st...
This is a work of fiction. While the town and businesses in the vicinity are factual, all names, characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. It was commonly understood by everybody that Aubrey Murphy was the cutest little th...
This is the twenty-ninth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit). I hope you enjoy it. M4bloke ****************** It was a Monday morning at the end of August and I was sitting in the passenger seat of Caro...
Sat. May 4th, 2015; In the Locker room of Morningside Gym: The sweat dripped from his forehead, and rolled down his face, before he got ahold of his towel. Jefferson was tired after leading his hip-hop aerobics class, and his chiseled frame was soaked from hour-long workout. The spandex outfit would be a bitch to pull off, but it was well worth the hungry...
I walked down the stairs and out onto the street. Seeing it was Sunday morning the street was deserted. There weren't any cars moving and no one was out and about. I knew finding a cab was going to be difficult this early so I started walking. Once I crossed the street I looked up to where I was sure Janie's apartment was and saw a drape flutter closed in on...
NOTE: As someone with admitted addictions to both Supernatural and writing in general, I suppose I should have expected them to collide at some point, though I haven't written fanfiction in years. It was this idea that finally drew me to post a story on literotica, though, and I couldn't resist taking some of the ideas in varying directions. But of course, s...
The love and sex romance all takes off from a simple task of asking him to help me move furniture. My name is Myra with long dark brown hair and eyes and his name is Steff. I had met him once through a brief visit from a friend who stopped by my apartment with him. Upon my initial conversation with him, I learned he only lived a mile from me. He is short, fa...
Chapter 02: The First Day It was Saturday morning 8AM and Ashley's phone was ringing, it was David. He wanted her to wear a mini skirt and nothing under it and told us to be there at 8:30 instead of 9am when everyone else would be there. We arrived at the store and were let in thru the back again, with the door being pulled down and locked. Ashley ran righ...
I have been having this on-going affair with a black lover of mine for almost 6 years now and I have been having the time of my life. I am a touchy feely kind of person and I know that he is too but the three words that he shies away from is "I love you". I know he told me that he hardly ever says that but he shows it in his actions. I do believe that but s...
I was planning a business trip to another city so I decided it might be worth putting a note on a bulletin board requesting a meeting with a woman for evening entertainment. No promises, no requirements, either could go their own way after a drink and hello. To my surprise, I received a positive reply the next evening and we made plans to meet at a certain b...