Norman Cox was a fifty-eight year old geography master at Talbot School. He had attended that morning's rugby match on the school playing field, a close loss to St Peter's, and then driven forty miles to Rhyl in his maroon Hillman Minx. The holiday season was coming to an end. Most of the crowds had gone home for another year and there was a distinct chill...
Author's Notes: Truth is stranger that fiction! This story is based on the less-than-illustrious career of a friend of mine who, like me, has been a computer programmer his whole life. And like me, he's also an aspiring writer, though as far as I know he's never written any pr0n. For various reasons, he isn't at liberty to write about some of these events, b...
Alone on a Sea of Rage Rescue those who are being taken away to death; hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter. Proverbs 24:11 "Bubba's." The voice was deep, rich and friendly. "This is Uncle Bubba's Down Home BBQ?" "Yup. Pick up or delivery?" "I would like delivery, please. I can not come to you. My brother has asked that I not leave the ho...
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, guys, but my college finals are coming up so I've been writing in between studying. (I know, shame on me, but I positively revel in procrastination...) Chapter Five will be delayed a bit to accommodate this future three week Hell I will be living through, so check my Twitter updates to see when I'll get around to posting a...
First off, thanks for the ratings and the feedback on my first story ("Violet"). I've never written anything before in my life. There, I said it. Second, I am less sure of this story than of my previous one. I am not drawing from as much real life as before. For one, I have no first-hand experience with the kind of masochism this character exhibits, so I do...
Authors Note - Please note that this is Adult Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify! I'm taking a break from Batgirl at the moment, but thought I'd like to share this story with you. I'd like to say that it's a true story, but I should be so lucky! This is part one of probably four, but I reserve the right to change that if the story devel...
This is my 3rd entry in the Erotic Coupling category in the Literotica Survivor Contest. ***** Jessica was lying on her stomach in bed, finishing the last of her coffee when I walked into the room. Naked as the day she was born, I remembered every curve of her body and the way she sounded during a heated session of sex. She is an incredible woman and the k...
(Author's Note: This story is based on a memory. I was seven years old and attending a family reunion on the Oregon Coast. I remember walking in the sand and seeing a tall, full figured teenager in a black bikini, I remember because at that time the suits were pretty much brand new and you didn't see many, I also remember wanting to be much older and able to...
Chapter 02: Expatriate Æiristus left the temple ceremonial hall with one more nightmare to her name, one more success. The House Mæstre no longer existed, Prince Baravti's seditious undermining saw to that. And her assignment and unyielding sense of faith and duty saw the return of one more dissident back into the laity. Her mind would not shak...
*Author's note: Several years ago, I read an interesting book by author Loyal Rue, a professor of Religion and Philosophy at Luther College, called By the Grace of Guile. An excerpt from one review says this: "For people who are troubled by a world increasingly filled with the sweet-talking duplicity of politicians, preachers, advertisers, and sundry huckste...