I have the best story to tell Literotica readers and writers alike. Its the story of what little surprises you may find if you come home early without calling first. Well it started like any other day. I went off to work leaving my beautiful wife Candi home alone for the day. I went about my day as usual and right before lunch time, my boss asked me if I c...
Hi, I'm Zane. I'm writing here because I need to talk about what happened to me and my wife Sandy, and I didn't know who else I could tell but strangers. I know you all like to write stories to turn each other on, and this isn't like that at all, but I need to get it off my chest, so I hope you all will understand. I was in a bad car accident two years ago...
CONVERSATIONS WITH A MAGE parallels the CARTER BROTHERS series. Pat DeVallera has retired from the New Orleans Police Department and convinced Lucius Carter and Lucius' wife Astrid to tell him the truth about the magic and supernatural events that surrounded the Carters in the Twentieth Century. This story precedes VAMPIRES' VICTIM DISAPPEARS. Chapter number...
Renwa laughed and shook his head. "The things you do, Elunara." With a sigh he looked over to Zelinnia playing with Darguni. "What is your plan with him?" "My standard... extract every piece of information I can get, then slit his throat and dump him in a pit. He's useful to us right now because he knows things that Grogek does not. He's been cooped up here...
All the characters portrayed in this story are at least eighteen years old. This story is fiction. * The Indian camp was just over the next hill. I had heard a lot of gun fire earlier in the afternoon coming from that direction. I crawled through the dust until I could see down the slope and into what was left of the camp. Bodies were everywhere. Most of t...
VIIGreen Grass of HomeTamara2092 After the many months of uncertainty and anxiety since Tamara had began her desperate exodus, it could only be a relief to finally arrive at the Broad Oak Refugee Centre just outside the Ashton Lovelock gated community. She'd have been naive if she'd imagined that her welcome would be especially warm simply because the gover...
It was a dark, dark, day. The days usually were during the winter. I was in Alaska, so you know it was laden with snow. I had just gotten out of class, and one the chores I had to perform was shoveling snow. So there I was, out on the back porch, shoveling away. You can't really tell what time it is judging the daylight, since there wasn't any in the first p...
I am trying to write in a little different style in this story. Please give me your criticisms so that I can try to become a better writer. If all you have is racist comments, don't bother. After cheerleader practice late that afternoon, Angela realized that she had left her driver's license in the girl's locker room. She walked the deserted hallways hummi...
Jessie Stephenson was a shy high school senior. All through high school she'd wished she was more like the outgoing cheerleaders or the captains of the debate teams or anyone other than herself. She spent the day trying to disappear into the shadows at school and was incredibly relieved when the final bell went so that she could get into her car and drive ho...
Hello. My name is Timothy. I am a sexual addict. I am engaging in my fourth step in recovery: A searching and fearless moral inventory of myself. I started out the new year with a new attitude. I quit one shitty retail job to take a management position in another shitty retail job. There was also a determination to make an earnest effort to get a real girl...