I checked my watch for the thousandth time. Where the hell was Rialgo? He was my partner on this mission and he was running late as always. I slid my polyester gloves onto my hands tightening the wrist and slipped my dark brown hair into a high messy not. I surveyed the forest ahead of me. It would be easy to maneuver through this area since I had a petite...
Mary stopped just inside the photography studio door and remained hidden in the shadows. She wanted to see what kind of fantasy Jennifer and Bruce were acting out before committing herself. Bruce wore a waistcoat, ruffled shirt, and breeches like the first time she participated, and Jennifer wore a blue, colonial gown. A tight bun held her long hair on top o...
A/N: This is my very first submission on literotica. This story will have romance and some light vanilla sexual interactions later. But it's mostly plot and development. § is a symbol that will be next to a word in my story that will be defined at the end of a chapter. This is a made up world, so there will be some strange words/and or languages as well as...
Prologue The Reverend Jackson Wilde had been shot in the head, heart and testicles. Right off, Cyrus figured that that was a significant clue. Whoever wanted the Reverend dead certainly did not stop at just emasculating him: Blood was splattered all over the sink and cabinets; collecting in a pool of blood underneath the body. It was messy, but Cyrus figu...
Assault on the station As the troops were moving towards the station the EU troops floated up next to them. She passed a fiber line to the commander of the others and they started making plans. They had already talked but as they were moving closer aspects of the station were becoming clearer. Even as their suits had the flat black EM paint so did the stati...
Lara huddled in the darkest corner of the front porch, trying her best to keep her sobs muffled so she would not be discovered. She hugged her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth, as the night breeze dried the tears and blood on her cheeks and set her fresh wounds to stinging. It wasn't the pain she concerned about. Pain she could endure; after all,...
"Yo, Daisy." Daisy-Mae froze, and then looked towards the shore. That idiot Bobby was standing there, a big smile on his face, just looking at her. "Um, Bobby," Daisy-Mae said hesitantly, "I'm bathing. Could you come back later." "I can see you're bathing, Daisy. You're real pretty, you know. Especially like that." Like that, was naked as a jaybird. The...
It was the start of John's second week in Hell. He'd skidded on some diesel in the road and driven his motorcycle into a tree. The next thing he'd known, here he was. It was not actually quite as bad as he'd expected. It wasn't continuous boiling oil, sulphurous fumes and everlasting fire - the demons and fiends worked an 8-hour day torturing souls and ever...
England, 1780 He watched her hungrily, from the shadows of the forest. For over a week, he watched this female's movements. She had come down from London, to her Manor House in the country. A fine Frenchwoman, who escaped the uprising in France, having lost her husband in the same terror. Normally, these Englishwomen did not interest Morgaark. They were pa...
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...