Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the...
The Native Dawn Series Book 13 Lycan Dawn book 2 Chapter 1 Claire mumbled something intelligible and rolled over, dragging the blankets over her face. Bathing the room with the promise of a simply glorious late spring day, morning light streamed garishly, nauseatingly cheerfully through the lace curtains covering her bedroom window. Cursing the alarm clo...
Mike's Navy: a novel in five partsPart 4: Femme Fatale Another Mike Claymore erotic novel copy write 2014 Chapter 44 Monday, 4th February, 1985 A quick breakfast in the deli of pancakes and sausage wraps then coffee for his tummy and thermos and he's away. It's clear this morning but there's quite an accumulation of fresh snow and frequent closures...
"White Wedding" "It's a Nice Day to Start Again..." By Chloe Tzang © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a totally immoral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the u...
"I'm going to kill the bitch," Ashley growled. "She's not getting away with this." "Princess, just breathe. She can't possibly win. I've told you that," I replied calmly. "This is the second offer she's refused. Why won't she just crawl away and die?" she continued. "Because she thinks she got everything. She grabbed your phone and my laptop. She thinks t...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
Prologue The imaginary ramblings of this aging but still very sexually active man sometimes wander to his partially true but mostly imagined past. This is the tale of that mostly imagined life. I leave it to the reader to distinguish fact from fantasy. The names and places have been changed or most likely invented so that the reader is left with the thought...
The sound of crickets chirping happily in the late afternoon sunlight combined with the sight of his faithful three year old white and tan little Basenji hound lounging contentedly on the end of the worn black leather couch he had been sleeping on for the past year allowed Vlad a small measure of comfort against the stress of staying alive as he awoke from h...
I apologize to avid readers of Literotica for the length of this submission. Sam and Marcia would not quit playing around. He keeps losing weight, the fun and games get longer. I wanted to break it up into seven sections for your reading ease, but that violates the submission guidelines for the Summer Lovin contest into which I wish to submit it. Easier for...