The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country wher...
"Politics find common thread everywhere," Mustafa Machar said to himself, as he languished in his little cell, awaiting his execution. In a few hours, the sun would rise, and for the first time in centuries, he would be there to greet it. It would be the very last thing he ever saw, for the light was lethal to his kind. Can't escape genetics, Mustafa thought...
Lucas sat on the bridge of the Enterprise and frowned at the orbital chart. He was reminded, obscurely, of one of the many shitty 20th and 21st century spec-fic shows that Helen had crammed down his eyes during the long, slow, stately voyage to Arcadia. It felt like a thousand years before, like a lifetime ago. It was a time where magic was relegated to vids...
"I hate you turn-bloods, you have no respect for anyone or anything, I'm going to kick your ass," said the bozo in the stylish dark gray Brooks Brothers suit, right before he came for me, flanked by three of his suited fang-mates. The bozo in question happened to be Russell Cores, founder and CEO of Core Villages, and a heavy hitter in Canadian Vampire socie...
The sun rose, bathing the landscape with its eerie light. In what was once the City of Ottawa, Ontario, plenty of creatures were stirring. The rats, squirrels, feral cats, stray dogs and whatnot. Their numbers have skyrocketed since the humans vanished, and the dead metropolis has become their new domain. They like to run from me, and being super slow since...
The day had begun nicely enough, yet this turn of events definitely didn't surprise me. In my experience, terrible things have a habit of happening really fast. My name is Victor Saint-Valcourt and I'm a Haitian national residing in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I've been living in Canada for four years now, and only recently became a permanent re...
Lady Tarissa bit back the angry words she had been planning when she saw the desperate look on Almandar's face. She had specifically told him to be quick when he went to talk to the bard, Yarai, and yet he had, in fact, been some hours, leaving her on her own back at the villa waiting for him. She could guess what he had been doing; she wasn't that naïve. Ye...
Hello! This story is a collection of short monster girl stories. They're split up into different catagories depending on what family of monster they belong to, each route has different paths that lead to different girls. I'm planning on expanding this story over time. The story is open for submissions, so if one of the scenarios catches your fancy, you can s...
~~Darian~~ Discovering that the red-eyed guards on the bridge were actually undead was an unwelcome surprise. He should have guessed it; not the first time he'd fought Andromeda's summoned skeletons. Skeletons shouldn't have been able to scream, though. They didn't have any flesh or throat or muscle. They shouldn't have been able to do anything but lay on...
Amber was helpless, surrounded on all sides by zombies. Exhausted, out of ammo, and all alone. Her situation has dire. 'Fuck!' She exclaimed through panted breath. Having just managed to slam the gate shut so they could not get her, buying her a few moments respite. She had been separated from her group when the zombies attacked, and had no choice but grab w...