My wife, Lilly, was scurrying about the house, half dressed and incompetently brushing her short, silky hair, getting ready to teach her Saturday morning class. "How's Mister Dick?" I asked between mouthfuls of my breakfast of granola cereal and milk. "What?" She stopped dead in her tracks and stared open-mouthed at me. "Your latest boy toy." I knew she h...
(Chateau Phoibe, Kephallonia) Alexios Sat in His Chair on the Newly Reworked Vineyard Bought By Markos. Alexios had Convinced Markos to Cede Administrative Control and Legal Control to Him, so that the Wine would no Longer Taste like Shit. That and So That He Could Effectively Run Kephallonia From There. Much Had Changed since He Had Left This Place. After T...
Z'mbutu's World: A Brief Primer of the world of Etlaus My interest in the Sword and Sorcery genre began in college, back before people started calling it Fantasy, or even worse, Magical Realism. But, I digress. It began with Robert E. Howard, that flaming racist and ultimately tragic mama's boy, from East Texas. Although a frightened and small-minded man i...
Author's Note: This is a follow-up story to Serpentine Destiny. While the events are briefly recapped where necessary, to allow this story to stand alone, reading the first story should make this one even more vivid. **** Aris finished tying his shoes and turned his eyes back to Tiassa. The Lamia Queen's huge, impossibly perky breasts were partially hidden...
The girl walked briskly through the outskirts of town. She walked past the town dairy and milk processing plant, past the rail yards with their silos, past the drive-in theatre with posters for the latest Elvis movie, Jailhouse Rock. It was the 1950s in mid-West America. She walked past the houses of the poor people, with rusted car bodies and dented ash...
Dante stood in the center of a large ornate room and looked around at the many cases that were full of some of the finest pieces of... well, some would call them art. A mischievous grin curled his lips as he walked up to one of the cases and rocked back the glass top. On a velvet pillow was a piece of Moche pottery. The Moche were an ancient Peruvian culture...
Many thanks to ReneeandKent for editing this story. * For the time being, I'm a "jailbird" and can't complain because my life in jail is surprisingly comfortable, very comfortable indeed. To be honest, this small semi-open "white collar jail" is different from all average jails and more comfortable than many hotels in my Scandinavian country. Great food, w...
"Ma'am, are you alright?" came a voice, and I stared at the two uniformed men who stood a few meters from me, wondering why they felt the need to shine their flashlights in my face. I looked at them through dazed eyes, and smiled through bloodied lips. Oh, not my blood, I assure you. I fed on a vagrant earlier, and discarded him in a nearby dumpster. "Oh, I...
The Time Machine Voyage One - Going Greek The Professor was quite mad, of course. I believe he was an archetype rather than a stereotype but ‘what the hell, Archie,’ as Mehitabel was wont to say. I met him in the local supermarket. He was pacing the aisles muttering to himself. Now I’m one of these people who can’t help but look at what other folk are buyi...
This story is based on the transcript of a diary dictated by my friend "Antonia" and sent to me after she returned recently from a long summer holiday in the Mediterranean. Antonia asked that edit and publish her story. After hearing it, I could only think of one place where its "release into the wild" would be appreciated and approved of. So, Literotica, he...