A letter? Who gets a letter these days? I mean a good old fashioned piece of paper folded into yet another folded piece of paper and delivered to your door, seriously! Usually you get bills through the mail; you get ads on shiny coated paper that try to sell you weight reduction programs or the last promotions of your local supermarket, but a letter, no, tha...
This is a follow-up to "Trust Is Earned, Not Given." I was amazed at the eighty-plus responses I received, which ran the gamut from wonderful to terrible. As posters informed me, Loving Wives readers are an intensely critical crowd. I got praised as well as skewered. To those who did the former as well as the latter, thanks for reading and commenting. Appare...
Again, I have to apologise for the time it takes to produce each chapter. It's a hobby and it takes time which I sometimes lack. Plus, for my editing, I rely on the goodwill and the free time of generous people like Madison (ThanatopicFolds). Sometimes it accumulates. Anyway, here we go. Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the cha...
328 years ago: When the first torch touched the kindling at the base of the wooden pole, Mary Sturgess moaned and writhed against the rope binding her in place. She dug her bare feet into the dirt underneath her as if to dig her way out and away. The wood to her left caught quickly and she felt the sudden heat in the warm night air. The first Elder stepped...
THE PITCH A beeping signal blaring into her ears forced Lilith Lokisdotter to open her eyes, which blearily focused on some guy on TV delivering a middle of the night spiel. He wore a crimson three-piece suit over a black satin shirt and matching crimson tie, and sported a Van Dyke beard. His hair was slicked back and black as night. "Hi, there," he said....
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, that's how that famous line from the song 'Shadow of the Day' by my favorite band Linkin Park goes. I can't help but realize that it totally applies to my life, especially now that I'm Undead. Oh, snap. I'm getting ahead of myself again. My name is Omar Abdullah Clarence, my friends call me O.C. and I'm a Detroit dude stuck...
Author's note: This is an entry in the 2012 Literotica Valentine's Day Contest. Enjoy! Roses are red, violets are blue.Cupid is clumsy, Psyche's aim is true. ~~~~~ ~ A Strange Encounter ~ Aaron suddenly felt anxious. He had expected some uneasiness, but his day had been extremely busy. Morning classes, lunch with colleagues, afternoon office work; the he...
Jane spent an extra day in Boston since nothing was flying, and the train service was spotty at best. For two days driving was a no-no from Washington to Maine and beyond. We didn't leave Jane's house until the next morning, Wednesday. The Cambridge crew was likewise marooned together. Fran explained the surreptitious plan to wear out Ned, thus he had reache...
Being a 20 year old was tough. Even tougher was leaving everything that you cared about behind, but that is just something that you have to do — you can't be a kid forever. I had finally saved up enough money to leave the nest and head out to California. I didn't really have a plan for when I got out there, I just knew I wanted to try and make it on my own....
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older. This is part 1 of 3. ***** Roman architect Vitruvius once classified columns, or Orders, into three categories. The Doric order, thick and unadorned, represented manly beauty. The Ionic was more decorative, with curled volutes at the top, and represented womanly beauty. The last,...