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Flexible Morals Ch 03

The slip of paper didn’t offer much to go on. That was to be expected, given what it said. Hardened folk of flexible morals needed in Fissure. Proceed to The Vouiareli Nest. Malik guessed that the place would turn out to be a seedy alehouse somewhere in the tangled back alleys of the town. Why did folk have such a problem with doing their dirty work somewhere cleaner? Did they feel that the perceived similarities in filth meant that the location had to fit the job? In his experience, it...

Shepard and Veetor

~Hey, am silling working on my other story right now , but I have been thinking about wirteing this for some time now. Am thinking of putting this under Non-Erotic, seeing as this is much more about love, than sex. If you don’t know the story line to the game mass effect I wouldn’t even try to read this, but your welcome to. Just know this is about Female shepard and Veetor (the quarian she saved in mass effect2. P.s. mass effect is a game played in the furture and quarians are just another...

Elsie

I first met Elsie when she was about 12 years old. She was part of the Scout troop my wife was helping with. Elsie’s mother was one of the other leaders. If there was anything to do with animals you would find Elsie there in the thick of things. She was almost an expert on the raising of goats, yes at 12. She had direct access to one of the college professors that teach what ever goat raising is called. They talked often about what ever goat raisers talk about. Now, at this point, I want to...

A Gardener s Touch

Author’s Notes: ‘A Gardener’s Touch’ is a short story I wrote almost two years ago. It’s situated in the same universe as Jack Danner’s stories. I enjoyed writing it and I have no intention of writing a sequel to it. I think it’s fine as it is. I hope you enjoy it as well. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** A Gardener’s Touch Part I Grenville McKree was born too big. The seventh son born to Margaret McKree was the...

Mikayla and the Dogmen

She could smell the cool moisture of the water radiating up to her. Was that even possible, to smell a river, perhaps even feel and taste it at such a distance? Or, was her formidable thirst triggering the synapses in her brain, screaming for her to take notice of the very object on which she was focused, the very thing that had brought her to this place; the Yamani river. The six-day slog through the jungle had been a series of dead ends and backtracks when the landscape closed in around...

Flexible Morals Ch 01 and Prologue

Author’s note: This probably won’t be relevant in the future but I’m taking a break from Arms of the Ocean for a while because I can’t get it to work properly in my head and I need it to brew some more. In the meantime, I give you this, a story that I wrote a while before I began submitting things to Literotica. It takes place in the same universe but the names of races, locations and a few other things have all been changed (Mostly as a way of separating erotic from non-erotic in the event...

A Storm at Samos

This is an original story following ‘A Fall in Antioch.’ May 1107 The cloaked figure stood motionless by the mast. He could hear the rain hammering on the wooden decks like gravel flung against an oaken door and hissing where it fell into a leaden sea. The wet sail above him dripped idly on his neck and shoulders. There was scarcely a breath of wind and to the north, up by the coast of Turkey, sheet lightning played through the iron clouds, too distant for the thunder to be heard. This same...

Shadows Of The Past

Matt casually wandered and weaved his way through the people, smiling at some, nodding at others, picking up a salmon topped hors d'oeuvres from a tray offered him by a young girl, probably the daughter of Malcolm, his new boss, and accepting a glass of red wine from another tray, but inexorably making his way towards the kitchen. It was a fact that all good parties started and ended in the kitchen.At forty-one years old, he had been lucky to get the job as a senior scientific researcher at a...

Ash Covered Memories

The fire spat at the darkness, disrupting the comfortable silence. Like insects of the night, embers flew on fiery wing toward the glowing stars overhead. He stared into the flames. Fingers of heat plasma clung to the fuel and blindly, mindlessly, converted the available matter into carbon, radiant heat, and smoke. It was a sight that never failed to mesmerize, yet he dreaded it. For there, amid the ceaseless motion of heat and light danced memories of a life past and gone. Eyes focused on...

Deadly Sex Games CH 5

After her last incident, when the man she was fucking was killed in the midst of orgasm, she knew these people were serious. Death was inevitable for her if she kept playing this deadly game. And that was exactly what drew her back. She was addicted to the danger. She never knew such ecstatic sex before. She had to have it one more time. Deathmaster met her at the abandoned prison again. She was stripped of her clothes, her hands were manacled behind her back, and she was marched between...

The Rogue s Harem Book 3 Chapter 14 Promise Fulfilled

Book Three: The Rogue's Passionate Harem Part Fifteen: Promise Fulfilled By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Chapter Forty-Three: Art's Reminder Aingeal – Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifedoms of Zeutch The feyhound's wicker body crumbled around our souls. I could feel the poor proxy's body unraveling. The supercharge from the diamond hammer had sent too much energy through it. The feyhound wasn't a proper proxy. Smoke rose, wicker bursting...

Cat vs Moth Fight To The Death

The poor thing probably never saw it coming. I watched as the moth walked across the carpet, it’s tiny wings fluttering softly as it searched for something I probably didn’t understand. When my cat came into the room, my eyes followed hers, and I knew the exact moment when she noticed the movement. The cat’s eyes were moving about cautiously, summing up her new surroundings as she entered the bedroom. She looked this way, and then that, and then with a lightning quick movement her whole head...

Damn Tourists

I had looked forward to my fourteenth birthday the entire year because it fell on the first day of trout fishing season. Marc, my best friend, and I had made big plans, I was all set to spend the night at his house, which was closer to the creek, so we could wake up before dawn and go to out to our favorite place. ‘The rock’ was a huge rock that jutted out into the creek creating a type of pier perfect for fishing. Each afternoon through the spring we would meet at the rock after school and...

Hangover Recollections

“Nothing good ever happens after one in the morning when you're drunk,” he painfully reminded himself of the events he failed to remember. Ben tentatively held his leg out of the bed on the floor to make his proprioception stop spinning the room. To his surprise, it helped. The world seemed to slowly halt to its habitual standstill—by normal human perception anyway. Only his stomach seemed, much to his displeasure, to keep enjoying the rollercoaster ride.With shaky legs, Ben gave standing up a...

Pitching Tents Camping with Daddy and his friends

My father’s parents weren’t still with us. I barely ever knew them. I don’t think them and Dad were that close. The grandparents on my mother’s side were (and still are) alive and kicking however, and they live in the same city. Usually, when my dad went away, one or both of my grandparents would come over and babysit me, as if that was really necessary any longer! But, I suppose I liked getting meals prepared. This time around my grandparent’s would, however, not be able to look after me...

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