An Afternoon in Paris All morning I have been thinking about making the 45-minute drive to Paris Theater for some desperately needed debauchery. Sure, it is winter and will probably snow but then again maybe it will not, my need for sex wins out (like it ever loses). I leave around 2:00 in the afternoon for the Theater and 30 minutes into my drive it starts...
The Hostess' smile radiated a sort of vulpine cleverness, with teeth so white they were on the verge of inventing a new color for them, called Pristine Truth. He'd heard of her, of course; it was said her beauty was etched onto the mind of every person who entered The Club, and if you were lucky, she forced you to your knees to worship her. He hoped he would...
Derrick looked at the readings again, so far all tests that they had done hadn't work but rather failed miserably. So far only one energy shroud had even half way worked, but coming out of trans-warp had destabilized the shroud, detonating the missile. Still he had to run the gamut of all the shrouds, then work from there, he felt uneasy with the thing as cl...
A/N: For all my struggling trans girls, I wrote this one for you. Keep on keepin' on, I believe in you! *** Waking up in the morning was the worst. Carla had known better than to take morning classes- this was her third year now, she was too mature for rookie mistakes like that- but fuck, she was not a morning person. Even though it couldn't have been mu...
The throaty grumble of the bike echoed off the brick walls of the bar as he pulled into the near empty parking lot. It appeared that the late hour and the earlier rain had chased all but the most faithful patrons back to their homes. Home was where he should be also but after a particularly rough work day all he wanted was to wash away his troubles in an ice...
Well, I had to admit that could have gone better. Mickie and I were going to reveal to my parents that she was transgender, but my brother Ted discovered it before we ever had a chance to explain, and 'outed' her with a rather nasty homophobic rant. Mickie left the cabin crying and I was about to open a can of whoop ass on my brother, but my Dad intervened a...
Hey everyone! Here's part 4 All characters engaged in sexual activity are above the age of consent. Also, because someone decided to copy my stories and publish them online elsewhere, I would like to remind everyone my stories and characters are protected under copyright law. ***** As I hurry to get to class, I rush into the stairwell and trip. My book an...
Writer's note: To research...dialogue grammar rules. ~ ~ ~ "I don't like children." As he described, his clothes are all black. There's usually a cool print on his t-shirt, like a funky rainbow. Long and well-fitting pants, beanie, light-colored muffler. Strands of night-colored hair...is it dyed? Baby faced, fair skin, warm blue eyes...expressive. Oh, a...
CHAPTER 2: INTO THE BELLY OF THE BEAST I emerged from the one story NaSE (National Service Entrance) Facility into a beautiful mid -- morning Monday. Behind me was that portal which had swallowed me and my husband Jerry, a week ago. I turned to look back at the entrance. Ellipses, etched in the grey poured concrete around the grimy plexiglass entrance, sym...
PS: This is my first submission to Literotica. Thanks to several members who reviewed the story before I posted. Please provide me with your feedback so that I can improve my future writing. Thank you for all your feedback! =================== If you are like me, a frequent flier, flying becomes mundane to a point you ignore people who travel with you. You...