AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault - Redux Due to reader requests and a bad case of writers block, I have revisited this series and have added names and spiced up a few bland spots. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on s...
Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
I got up late, worked till noon. There are always things to monitor and manage when you have wide interests. I worked to distract myself from the conundrum that was Eve. I couldn't really tell if I was in the garden before or after I ate of the tree of knowledge. I knew that Eve had signed the contract and then repudiated it so I was in a pickle. I had to fi...
Play Testers Wanted: Part 7 All characters are 18 years old or older. 46,000 words long. It is a bit of an adventure to be sure. If the length is too much perhaps read it in segments. The time portal has sent our hero back in time but where and when. An ancient evil on a world coursing with darkness. What's an adventurer to do? Grab all the X.P. He can and...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
This is just a bit of fun. It was supposed to be quite short, but it sort of got away from me. It pokes a little fun at the cuckold stories on the site. As such it could have found a home in 'Loving Wives' but I think that would put the emphasis in the wrong place. It could have gone into 'Humour and Satire', I suppose. Yes, I agree the tale is a little fa...
Paul turned up the collar of his light jacket and stuck his hands in its pockets to ward off the chill of the bitter wind that had come with the late November dusk. This part of the city was unknown to him. He had been walking the streets aimlessly since mid-afternoon trying to recover after having his heart and dreams shattered. The day had been warm and s...
Author's Note: This is a story I wrote almost ten years ago and had completely forgotten about, recently discovering it while cleaning up my hard drive. It was going to be a multiple chapter series; however, thought it would make a perfect submission for the Halloween event so submitting in its entirety. I hope you enjoy and vote favorably! * "Mr. Wilcox?"...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
Chapter 1: The Story of a Sex Slave It was a rainy night as I stood in front of the doorstep. The rain was just pouring down so heavily, but I didn't care. I would strip off my clothes and dance in it right now if I wanted to. But I had to be professional. I press the small black button on the side of the door hearing the bell ring ever so loudly withi...