The Myth Of The Deep State Stories

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Island Myth

by Vitalsigns on Apr 3, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Tom sat on a small hill. He had a good view of the beach and the ocean. He was thinking about the report he would write. Tom was on assignment from the State Department. He was working as an independent investigator under contract. In the past he had been to a war zone, an isolated village, a crowded Eastern city and other places but he had never been sent t...

Lactation & Pregnancy Facts

by Wordgoddess on Sep 13, 2017
How To

So, you've just finished your fetish story about a lactating pregnant woman who washes her nipples with soap and water every day. What's wrong with this story? Lots. Today, as a lactating mother, I will attempt to dispel some of the myths surrounding lactation and pregnancy, which will help make your stories more believable: Myth: Pregnant women lactate....

Enslaving a myth

by cameron41 on May 19, 2020
BDSM

Titus gave a soft, deep grunt as smoke curled out of his scaled muzzle and rose towards the ceiling as he peered out the window. He gave a glance down at his obsidian claws, and then sighed, examining the gold watch on his wrist a moment later. The Dragon was annoyed by all of this waiting... to say the very least. Unlike many of his kind, he utterly and com...

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Logos, Psyche & the Karmic Bridge

by Toxico on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Logos and psyche appear to be two sides of a coin, two warring factions within the documented realm of history. Whether legend or myth, truth or fable, parable or documentary, times present or times past, there has always been a perceived conflict between logos and psyche. Yet the two are opposite sides of the same coin, and the core of the coin, the ever pr...

Why Interracial is Fun

by deborahsue on Sep 18, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Since I have started writing on Literotica I have been asked about the interracial aspect of cuckolding, so it is probably time that I discuss this at length. Please keep in mind that my husband is a white man and I am a white woman. We have been in the cuckolding lifestyle for better than 10 years, and over those years I have had several lovers of differin...

FUTAPUNK2069

by FutapunkDev on Apr 29, 2025

The Homo Futarior, or Futaryan, is the ruling caste of Futaryan Society. Whether one embraces the Theory of Creation or the Evolutionary Myth, the Futaryan stands as the next step in human evolution, a being that merges the most exceptional traits of both males and females into a singular perfected form. Compared to the Homo Materna, or female, who still ret...

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Talk Show

by Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

(Oil painting by Jaisini) Talk Show is a painting that proves the idea that we live in a postmodern world of the apparent loss of any reasonable hope for alternative to the present. In Talk Show, immediacy unites with immortality, trivial with profound. In our days the long myth of immortality is replaced by the myth of immediacy. The substitution of the t...

BOOK 3 - Myth Ch. 04

by SofBlack on Oct 6, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

MYTH Myth took a deep breath and knocked on the door louder than she meant to, need and nerves making her hand heavy. The key was hot in her palm so this was the right place, but it felt too familiar to use it. She banged on the door again before she lost her courage. The door opened, and Norrix stood in front of her. He wore only a towel low on his hips....

Coming of Age Ch. 04

by whitesabretooth on Sep 25, 2017
NonHuman

Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...

Heartland

by k.k. rhine on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

It was not too far from the middle of nowhere. I stood beside the rented truck, arms folded protectively against the wind, eyes searching the landscape for any sign of life. North, south, nothing but pale, dead fields. East, west, only a slim gray road. Both views for as far as the eye could see. "Well, Sanvalle is about ten miles west." I turned quickly to...