Legends of The Age part 1
- 2 years ago
- 30
- 0
(I was watching the end of season 4 and I thought how much of a idiot Gary was for never using Tabitha as a tool to rape the any of the women in the show but that changes in this little story I have.)
I was watching the legends of tomorrow show and thought of how stupid Gary was. I then thought if I was Gary things would be so different. That’s when everything turned black and I awoke in a white void. “Where am I” I said out loud hoping for an answer. “You are in me” said a voice. “Huh” was my brilliant response. “Inside me” the voice said again. “Ok and where is that” I replied. “Look said the voice I don’t have all day so how about we get this over with.” “Get what over with” “I replied” “look” said the voice “I will grant you your wish to be Gary and do whatever you want. I just thought you should get a heads up” The next thing I knew I was lying on a table with the fairy godmother looking over me expectedly. “Well my pet what is it you wish for” she said expectedly. I just started grinning like a madman.
It had been a dark day from the offset. Sharn had left her village before dawn and when the sun had arisen, it had been a bloodied red, colouring the clouds with its malevolent stain. A chill in the air accompanied the birth of the morning, a low white mist clinging to the dew-wet grass that grew tall and long at this time of year. Pushing her way through the undergrowth, she approached the forest; the gaps between the trees still as dark as the night just spent.Pausing at the boundary to the...
WatersportsIn the stories CHYOA: Lady-Land Edition and Life in Lady-Land we explored what a world where everyone is female might look like. However what of it's history and mythology? As a quick introduction for people unfamiliar with previous entries in this series: One-hundred percent of humanity is and always has been female. In spite science having no explanation as to how, lesbian sex can cause pregnancy IF neither partner is pregnant and orgasm is caused by direct skin-to-genital contact.
FantasyYou wake up with a terrible headache, laid down on an altar of some kind, your mind is a maelstrom of ideas, sensations, and other things. You can't remember who you are or what you are. Your body is on fire, melting and reforming. Suddenly everything stops. you open your eyes and see that you are in the open, in your peripheral vision you notice that the altar you are in is in the middle of a stone circle, in some kind of forest. immediately voices start to speak in your mind, thousands of...
FantasyTen Thousand Tomorrows "Lynn," she says softly to me. "It's time to go." I am in my sacred place, my personal 'heaven' where I go when I meditate. The voice is a woman behind me. I can't see her. Here, in this place, I am a Fey, a gossamer winged, alabaster skinned, auburn haired, emerald eyed, slightly luminescent fey. I mean, I AM Lynn LeFey, after all. I didn't pick my name at random. "You've got the wrong one," I tell her. "It was supposed to be." I wave my hand vaguely....
I’ve loved you for quite along time, and you never once glanced my way, or gave me the time of day. But suddenly all of that change, and you gave me one night of pleasure and pain. There’s only tonight but no tomorrows you say. Graciously I thank the fates above, for giving me at least one day, with the man I love. Eighteen year old, Richard Claiborne looked at twenty-one year old Ryan Mackie with a look of shock, “Why can’t we be together?” “Things are complicated right now, Rich.” Ryan told...
GayDISCLAIMER: FIRST, PLEASE, IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE, READ NO FURTHER. I COULD GET IN MAJOR TROUBLE, BECAUSE THIS STORY DEALS WITH MATURE TRANSFORMATION THEMES, SUGGESTIVE SEXUAL THEMES, AND HAS SOME NAUGHTY LANGUAGE. I ONLY CLAIM TO OWN ED, CHRIS CALLAHAN, KRYSTAL CALLAHAN, CHRISTY CALLAHAN, AND SANDRA GIBSON. I DO NOT OWN WALDO (BUT WALDO AS A GENIE IS... I THINK). THE "OLD MAN" AND "SPELLS R US" ARE OWNED BY BILL HART AND THE WONDERFUL "SPELLS R US" UNIVERSE THAT HE HAS...
Play to lose By Denise This should be a story in Spanish because I'm Mexican, but I want comments from everybody so I did my best effort please forgive and correct my grammar mistakes. Denise 1. You bet your ass on this Bets are always an illusion whether you win or lose the risk is the reward, you risk to play because of the adrenalin, that rush you feel every time a challenge is issued and you know you want to be a part of it. It is widely known that you should only...
We had never won anything, even though Melissa enters just about every free competition advertised on the television or in magazines. But we did! We found ourselves in this amazing winter-wonderland; a wooden chalet, complete with balcony, on top of the world, set deep in the mountains, serviced only by cable car. Pristine white snow barely allowed the rocks to peek through and even then, only on the horizon. Snowdrifts piled up against the exposed corners of the building that only protected...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThis is my first submission to Literotica. I also extend my sincerest apologies to NTRmaster for hijacking his ‘Reunited’ series, in my foolish attempts to offer some smidgen of resolution to the pathetic life of Terence. ***** My name is Terence, but most would just know me as the cuckold wimp that people could push around, humiliate and ruin. His name was Todd. But I just remember him as the asshole bastard motherfucker who ruined my life. Amy, Angela, and Lisa. They were beautiful women...
When I was 19 I was going out with a girl named Julie. She was about 5 foot 10 brunette with a nice figure and fairly small breasts.We used to go to a local lovers lane and she would usually start by her giving me head and then we would have pretty good sex.After going out for a couple of months, she suggested I meet her Parents.We were going out one Saturday night and I arrived at Julie's place to pick her up. Her mum answered the door. She was in her mid forties with strawberry blonde hair,...
I was sick.A very simple truth that I denied to accept during last few years but instinctively knew. Not some kind of "take-your-pills-and-it's-ok" or "surgery-and-survive" sickness. Something more sinister, more diffused through my body.Maybe even my through soul.One more time I read the e-mail that I was going to send to my boss. I really wanted to talk to him in the face, but it was not possible since he was in Italy and it would take at least one more week till he returned, and I didn't...
SupernaturalIt is true a hefty body of folks tend to refrain – guess they inherited the leaning in refraining from voicing many reasons to favor this time of year. The winds born have not infrequently known the darkness of neglect when they were but whips with innocent beginnings but come into the world knowing not the gentle caresses of love but only to sling wicked stingers when they blow and they recruit germs which compose colds that invade homes of good families and heads become stuffy and tissues get...
Nothing left to Lose ByWhipsaw (Any resemblance to any person or persons living or dead is coincidental and non-intentional. This fictional story is to be read by Adults Only.)Chapter One I blearily opened my eyes and thought, ?I am still here.? The sheets were saturated with my sweat again, and I had a dull pounding headache. The nightmares had returned and I vividly remembered every detail. I was terrified and upon my knees, I saw the scar above his cock as he approached me. I felt the...
"Closeted" "Sickening little sissy," Madge said after the shock of catching me wearing in her panties and a garter belt as I sat on her bed putting on a pair of her sheer hose. She quickly devised a plan and after getting me ready she continued with me in her bedroom. Before I could protest or realized what was happening she had bathed, Naired, plucked powdered and perfumed me and was now working on dressing me. I could feel the heavy floral scent of her perfume as it floated around...
The world is changing. And many people are afraid of what these changes mean. Global warming. Political upheaval. Plagues. Wars. Yeah, all the flavors of humanity. It doesn’t matter where you live, these changes will affect you. My name is Steve Voltaire and I’m a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of changes are happening in my life these days and I’m not exactly loving all of them. Like many of you, I don’t react well to change. When my...
The Sun will come out Tomorrow By Jena Corso Edited by no one Chapter 2 They both shared a laugh as they exited the room one big happy family of girls heading into the elevator and down into the lobby. "Would you like a curtesy stroller for the little one Mrs. O'Rourke?" said the bellhop stopping them just as they were about to exit. "Oh yes mommy," yelled Emily excited. "I always wanted to push a baby." "Honey, sure you can do that?" said her mother seeing the embarrassment...
The world is such a strange place. Seriously. Human beings simply can’t seem to get along. And nowhere are human relations as complicated as they are within the United States of America. Diversity exists here, or so they say. In America, you see such a mix of people. And power changes hands more often here than anywhere else. Where else could you see the wonders and the horrors that I have seen? My name is Steve. A six-foot-one, big and bulky, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and...
The Sun will come out Tomorrow By Jena Corso Edited by no one - editor needed for some of my stories. Please email me if interested and thank you Chapter one It was a beautiful spring afternoon as their mother waved goodbye to the bus driver as brother and sister came happily off the bus as another week of school had ended. Emily practically sprinted up the sidewalk excitedly from the corner leaving her mother and brother in the dust as she hoped around awaiting their arrival...
Desperate to make political hay from the situation, the governor regained control of the press conference. "Please," he asked as he mugged for the cameras, would everyone put their weapons away?" He waited through the obligatory laughter and continued, "These two young people were forced to make public certain video tapes that should have been turned over to the proper authorities to be investigated and dealt with in a court of law." "And be hidden from everybody, especially the press...
Legend of Krystal: Rebirth is a furry sci-fi RPG by The Tribe. Don’t you fucks look up at the stars and dream of finding new worlds? Don’t worry; I’m not here to get sappy with you nerds and talk about how fate and bullshit astrology. I want to find new worlds so that I can pound alien pussy, or whatever holes they’ve got. I’m sure you sex-starved sci-fi lovers dream of the same shit. Come on, we all know you’re not watching Star Wars for the plot. You want to bend over those weird alien sluts...
Free Sex GamesMumyoui: I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you! (Saitou assumes the Gatotsu stance.) Mumyoui: I'll kill you! Megumi: Strange that they're both left-handed. What do you think? Sanosuke: Hm? Dunno. Megumi: If you don't answer me I'm not going to treat your hand. Sanosuke: It's pretty obvious the spider-guy's long arm gives him an...
I felt Leta mold against me as we lay in bed. My arms were wrapped around her. Her warmth radiated through me. Just being close like this was bliss. And yet her closeness stirred me on a deeper level. In the world most men live as pawns. We are moved by unseen hands into battles we do not understand. At times we attack. At times we defend. At times we are simply used as pieces in ploys which will not reveal themselves for many moves, long after our sacrifice is forgotten. The world likes us...
MY SECRET CD SISSY DADDY YEARS DISCLOSED ! Some events in ones life can never be forgotten for very strong reasons. In my case it was a very well planned week long fishing camp trip planned by and enacted by my new stepfather Gary as a belated present to celebrate my mid teens birthday that had just passed the week before.Greeting our co- arrival to this very secluded back woods New Hampshire cabin site, was Gary's older brother Peter who I guess you could call my new step uncle! Larger in size...
Oh the stranglehold the Arctic Circle Armada put around that city was not near as troubling as the plague sweeping across the world in those days although we might say in some ways the Arctic Circle stranglehold dribbled a dose of molasses to that city – not so much for the sweetness but for the slowdown effect, slowing down the advancing plague and the progress plague-bearers achieved – and the records are mostly in harmony in the view the cold front coming upon them brought a blessing...
I knew the house was going to be a fixer-upper when I saw it on Zillow. According to the price and tax history, the home had sat vacant for long periods of time between buyers. The house was built in 1870 and still had, “good bones” as the television house DIY people would say.I work a second job on my days off from the firehouse. Recently, I decided to quit working a part-time job and enjoy an open schedule and free-time.I bought the house knowing I would have to do quite a bit of...
SupernaturalJUST ANOTHER PATHETIC HUMILIATED LOSER By Sissy Gaye Nancy knew about my submissive desires and my cross dressing and we had experimented with her humiliating me in various ways, but it was always private. Then one night when we were at a pool hall shooting a game, she began to subtly humiliate me. We were playing straight pool--first one to sink fifty balls was the winner. There were three high-school-age girls playing at the table next to us. As we played, Nancy began teasing...
After an interminable wait, my wife called for me to come down the hallway to the door of the master bedroom. Hanging from the door knob was something black with a bright post it note attached. I pulled off the note and read it, my excitement reaching a peak. ‘Put on the hood and come into the bedroom. Speak only when spoken to.’ The black object was a leather hood with a zipper in the back and holes for the eyes, nostrils and mouth. I pulled it on and zipped it into place before opening...
[Authors note: This story has a dual ending. You can read through the whole story, pick your preference or if you’re feeling adventurous, grab a quarter and play along. Each outcome starts at either “*** I Won!” or “*** I Lost!”. Enjoy.] My wife has the most incredible ass. Firm, round, with just enough padding to make it wiggle when she walks but splays open enough to show me her tight little pucker when she’s bent over. I’ve been trying to slip my cock in that entrance since our honeymoon....
[Authors note: This story has a dual ending. You can read through the whole story, pick your preference or if you’re feeling adventurous, grab a quarter and play along. Each outcome starts at either “*** I Won!” or “*** I Lost!”. Enjoy.] My wife has the most incredible ass. Firm, round, with just enough padding to make it wiggle when she walks but splays open enough to show me her tight little pucker when she’s bent over. I’ve been trying to slip my cock in that entrance since our honeymoon....
[Authors note: This story has a dual ending. You can read through the whole story, pick your preference or if you’re feeling adventurous, grab a quarter and play along. Each outcome starts at either “*** I Won!” or “*** I Lost!”. Enjoy.]My wife has the most incredible ass. Firm, round, with just enough padding to make it wiggle when she walks but splays open enough to show me her tight little pucker when she’s bent over. I’ve been trying to slip my cock in that entrance since our honeymoon. She...
Hello friends mera naam akhil hai and i am from delhi. Ye meri pehli story hai and meri email id hai ‘’ . Meri age 22 hai aur meri girlfriend ki age hai 21. Ab main apne baare mein bta dun meri height 5’8″ hai aur lode ka size itna hai ki kisi ko bhi satisfy kr skta hai aur gym jata hun to body bhi ekdam fit hai. Meri school mein ek girlfriend thi jiska naam tha megha (name changed) bhot he hot and hadd se jyada sexy. Ekdam proper figure and ekdam gori with huge assests. Ham dono school time se...
It was when he was on his daily “permitted exercise” walk through the woods near his home that Andy caught sight of the little hand-painted stone, carefully placed on a rotten moss-covered tree stump. It measured roughly ten centimetres by four, and on its pale grey surface someone had artistically and lovingly painted the words “Lots of Love See you tomorrow” in silvery paint on a primrose-yellow background, all surrounded by a bright red border.Andy smiled at the incongruous object. Who had...
VoyeurHelplessness is not an emotion with which Red is intimately acquainted. He is familiar with foresight and planning, accustomed to being three steps ahead of everyone else, armed with layer upon layer of contingencies, cloaked in expertly designed exit strategies, and outfitted with an arsenal of influence. Being helpless is not a feeling he recognizes well. And yet, after replaying the day’s events in his mind, he can not, for the life of him, pinpoint where they had gone so very wrong....
Introduction: Continuing Joys last night on the town Getting Married Tomorrow – Chapter 3. There were a couple of people gawking, as we left the lounge. They had obviously gotten a good eyeful. As we entered the room, Ivan pushed the massage table up against the wall, and indicated to me to help him get the mattress off the bed and onto the floor, as there was no way we were all going to fit on the bed. Marcia was full on, kissing Joy again, while Ivan dropped his towel and lay back on the...
The Sun will come out Tomorrow By Jena Corso Edited by no one Chapter Three He had little choice but to pick up the pace to keep up and then her hurried pace turned into a mini-hop as he found himself skipping along with her. It almost felt like his feet were going to pop out of his shoes as it was his first time being in such an opened toed shoe but even worse he felt so uncomfortable skipping with a heavy diaper between his legs. "Slow down girls!" yelled their mother trying...
Author's Note: Hello! As always, if you'd like to see more of this, I have up to chapter 22 currently on my deviant art with chapter 23 now available on my patreon. Also, since chapter 24 is the last planned chapter, I'm planning ahead to the next thing I'm going to write and I want your help to decide. I'll be taking a little break from longer stuff to focus on shorts and one-shots until I've got my next long story all planned out. Some of these one-shots will be swap, some won't....
The town of Branson's Corner was eight miles just outside of the Guild grounds of the Sisters of the Sacred Blade. Close enough for the Sisters to visit the town if they wanted, but not close enough for most of the town's folks to just drop by without a reason. As the Sisters guild was considered a large guild with just over 400 active members, but did not including counting reserves or Sisters in good standing that had left. The guild had never had any problems or issues with the...
March 15, 1993, Chicago, Illinois “I owe you an apology,” I said to Samantha when she arrived home. “For?” “For going out last night without letting anyone know where I was going. I broke a house rule, and I’m sorry.” Samantha smiled, “You don’t owe me an explanation!” “Actually, I do. The rules apply to everyone, including me. How can I ask the kids to follow them if I don’t? It’s a matter of respect; of respecting them as I expect them to respect me.” “Most adults aren’t like...
At our evening review, missing Arlene and Vivian whom we hoped were having both fun and were affecting their target, I said “You probably should appreciate the situation in an among the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and with the President, to put the rest in context. I’ve alluded before that the Bay of Pigs caused Kennedy to lose confidence in the Joint Chiefs of the time, although I can easily argue that more of the blame was in the CIA, State Department, and even in the White House and with...
I went inside, my mother was sitting crocheting on the sofa. "Have a nice time, dear?" I nodded, too aware of the fact that I hadn't gotten my bra back on. She didn't look up, and I went straight upstairs and closed my door with a sigh. I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them in the dirty clothes basket. Even my panties; they were still soaked. I went into the bathroom and washed my face and sundry personal places, staring blankly at myself in the mirror, moving by rote. I didn't...
Sure Loser By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Chapter 1 "I feel like a fuckin' idiot," complained twenty-one-year-old Dalton Foster as he looked at himself in the mirror. "No, no, you don't; actually you look very nice," replied Melissa. "Don't you agree, Kelsey?" The pretty brunette nodded in agreement. "I doubt if anyone will suspect that you're a guy, Dalton... or should that be...
Engal gramathil oru pen irukiraal aval peryar Suganthi vayathu 24 aagum, ival niraiya aanalai oothu irukiral aanal athuve oru bothaiyaaga maari oru vibachaariyaagave aagi vital. Aanal ival oru lengendry pen endraalum enathu nanban ivaluku samanamaaga niraiya pengal kuthiyil oothukizhithu irukiraan. Iruvarum orevaruk koruvar salijavargal illai, muthalil enathu peyarai naan ungalidam sollugiren mani vayathu 24. Enathu nanban manogarukum ore vayathu thaan aagi irunthathu aanal naan ithu varai...
Please don’t copy and or redistribute the story in anyway without the consent and the person of the author and the main character herself. This Work Is Completely Fiction. I am not gay or bi-sexual what so ever. I’m straight and loves ladies. I’m expanding my writing to become a better writer. This story is about wrestling and male on male sex. Hope you enjoy this story and make yourself cum while reading. -------------- It was a cool summer evening and it was a good night for some good private...
Gambling’s for losersTonight was usually Poker night for my husband and the guys but tonight it was date night and I was making a real effort. Little black dress, garter belt and stockings with sexy high heels.I was in the process of completing my hair and makeup when the door bell rang.My husband went to downstairs to answer the door when I heard the voices of his poker buddies walk in. I heard them go through to our kitchen diner where they normally played poker. I could hear beer cans being...
WINNERS AND LOSERS by Throne I'm a man in his early 30s, with an attractive wife and enough money that I'll never have to worry about anything as mundane as a paycheck. My bride Laurie is several years younger than me and quite a beauty. I have the time and money to indulge my hobbies, which include collecting antique art prints, fine dining, and the occasional concert of light classical music. But I also have another avocation, which is a longstanding and deeply ingrained interest...
Back by popular demand, The Legend Of Zelda: A Link To Womanhood. While staying home from work due to having the flu, I decided to rewrite much of this episode, and begin posting my stories on FM again. Please remember, I write this story with poetic license. I never meant for people to argue about this story as they began doing shortly after I posted the first chapter. This is merely a mixture of many different components of the Zelda universe. Also, against many suggestions, I have...
Ever wondered what would have happened if there had been a Gerudo Mask in Majora's Mask? Well here's what could have happened with a twist at the end. Note: This story takes place during the Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask Legend of Zelda: The Gerudo Mask Link reached down into the Gerudo pirate treasure chest and withdrew a mask. The mask had the tanned look of Gerudo skin and was carved in a rough representation of a Gerudo. Putting the mask in his apparently bottomless bag he...
Mark sighed as he breathed in the smell of his rusty gear as he strapped it on, his line shooter being the only piece of new equipment as it was his literal life line down in the labyrinth. Even his enchanted sword and shield had been repaired repeatedly with different metals giving them a distinct look earning him the name of Rusty. As he picked up his back pack he looked around his barely decorated apartment checking to see if he had left anything valuable out even if the gang of robbers had...
FantasyTom and his wife Sharon were shopping and Tom was wishing he could die. He was the only man in the lingerie department of the department store. Sharon was buying panties to replenish her dwindling supply. She mumbled to herself as she browsed rack after rack, dropping the names of various men at the warehouse where she was a shipping clerk. Such-and-such a guy liked yellow, such-and-such liked lacy panties. Tom noticed other women looking at Sharon and at him. He sidled over and murmured,...
I’ve had a number of requests to add another chapter to Tomorrow is Another Day, Ch 1, a Vietnam helicopter story. In celebration of the DC Circuit Court’s 2-1 opinion upholding the Second Amendment as an individual right, I went out the other morning and punched a few hundred holes in some corrugated with a .45 ACP 1911 much like the one I carried in a leather, chest mounted, tanker’s holster thirty-five plus years ago. Only pussies carried .38 cal revolvers. On the way to and from the...
There were a couple of people gawking, as we left the lounge. They had obviously gotten a good eyeful. As we entered the room, Ivan pushed the massage table up against the wall, and indicated to me to help him get the mattress off the bed and onto the floor, as there was no way we were all going to fit on the bed. Marcia was full on, kissing Joy again, while Ivan dropped his towel and lay back on the bed. Marcia then manoeuvre’s Joy over Ivan, spreads Joy legs and gets her to squat...
A true story, one of about a dozen memories I hope to write up over the next year, or however long it takes. __________________________________________________________________ It was 1974 and I was working in Christchurch, NZ. Friday's after work I usually played squash with a mate from my rugby team, and then we headed to the Grenadier Arms, where we would grab a burger or something for dinner and have a few beers with our friends. This Friday night there were about a dozen of us,...
I think my muse for this one was ‘Citizens’ by Alice Russell from ‘The Blacklist’ soundtrack, but I can’t remember! I’m calling this chapter Strive to Destruction. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, little bit of smut, the perfect combination, really, for a Blacklist story, lol. As always, I own nothing, just my thoughts. All my love to BlackInk07 for taking the time to preview and give opinions ***** ‘This isn’t the way to your safehouse,’ Lizzie points out in the back of Red’s car...
How could she be so forgiving? I didn’t understand… Caught with the evidence of my secret on my face, my body, and in my hair, I was frozen by her stare as she stood in the bedroom doorway, eyes wide as teacups. “Oh,’ she said, too shocked for anything more. I had lied to her! I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had left me in that instant, but she stayed. Why? How? We sat together on the bed. I took her hands in mine and our eyes spoke before our mouths ever opened. She wasn’t afraid, wasn’t...
(1970) John was in the Year 1970 he was there in seardh of his Father Eobard Thawne, also known as the Reverse-Flash. John left years ago in search of his Father, traveling through Time with the Permission of the Speed Force no less, hoping to redeem his Father. Like His Father, John had become a Speedster through Artificial Means, which therefore gave his Lightning a Distinctive Red Hue to it, and despite the Speed Force offering to grant him a Natural Connection to it, he declined opting to...
Again the voice inquired through the hotel door "JIMMMY, can I come in now? I feel very stupid standing out here in the hall knocking on this door. Open it. Now!"Pointing at the door, Beverly again demanded an explanation. "You brought your wife? Why would you bring your wife?" "Please, Beverly," Jim begged. "Please wait a second." Beverly, not waiting for his reply, stood up and moved towards the bedroom. Beverly's bare legs, while walking on her toes away from him, drew Jim's attention to...
CheatingIt was 1974 and I was working in Christchurch, NZ. Fridays after work I usually played squash with a mate from my rugby team, and then we headed to the Grenadier Arms, where we would grab a burger or something for dinner and have a few beers with our friends. This Friday night there were about a dozen of us girls and guys sitting around a table in the bar. The bar was moderately full, as it was most Friday nights; people conversing and waiting to find where the action was going to be later in...
Masturbation