The year was 1968, the year just before The Who released Tommy, and I belonged to a mini Who fan club in Dayton, Ohio. We were planning on attending their Detroit, Michigan, Grande Ballroom double show. We were a small group of girls, six in all, Erin, Michelle, Sarah, Lisa, Sandy, and me, Zelda. Since the announcement of the of this tour date we started mak...
The large, three-story split-level house was alive with music and the sound of people talking and laughing. The party could be heard from outside, as Becca soon found out, when her father pulled up in front of the white-painted house with the red painted door and green-trimmed opaque window. With no other trim or paint on any other surfaces, these looked str...
Thanks to Leager for editing this one. Late in 2012 I was contacted by a new fan who had an idea for a story, but felt she lacked the talent to bring it to life. I am honoured she chose to contact me to attempt this. It could be considered a parody of a sort, of American Horror Story: Asylum, and that is where inspiration for this story was drawn, but the r...
I usually don't interject myself into other people's business or trysts, but tonight I need Eboni and Darla -- not Rich. Weird stuff I have often imagined, but never really believed, unfolds before my eyes in a prominent hotel bar less than one mile from my temporary office in the Pentagon. A middle-aged very moneyed-looking smallish man with thinning whit...
Tom woke to find that he was still lying face down on Jess's double bed between the two sleeping sisters with his neck still chained to each of their waists. He eased his naked body up into a kneeling position and tried to lift his head up from the white sheet. He had only lifted his head a few inches, when the chain pulled tight around Jessica and Lisa's na...
In this cold and uncertain world, life is beyond difficult. For some more than others. Lately, I feel like the universe has been kicking our collective asses. Men and women, Blacks and Whites, straights and gays. We're all feeling the pinch in this horrible economy. The world has turned upside down and most of us feel that there's very little we can do. Wha...
Kim McCall bounded up the steps to the small brick house set back from the street. She rapped briskly on the door while checking her watch. Good, she was five minutes early. The black haired 20 year old Canadian girl bounced several times up and down on her toes, less from impatience than from her pent-up energy. The door opened and Kim nearly laughed as th...
Looking at a photo of this man in his combat gear, holding a machine gun with a cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth. Tall, dark hair, warm brown eyes, with a smile so charming it would make any woman melt. I met Jeremy during a trip I made to the Petawawa Army Base when I was dating CM. CM was having a going away party at the junior mess hall as he w...
In the dead of night, within an estate comfortably distanced from the bustle of the inner city, a slight ringing sounded in the master bedroom. Within this dimly lit bedroom was an enchanted stone disc, sized to fit into a palm and placed upon a bedside drawer, creeping in a meandering manner with each buzz that emanated from it. Upon the bed itself, soft bl...
An apology and an introduction from the writer: I have three stories on Literotica that I have not finished; two, Love in the Cross Hairs and Allyson, are still active, and will be completed imminently. Please be patient. This story, Too Clever by a Mile, has been finished, and will be submitted, a chapter a week, until it is all on line. So for anyone who...