This is the original ending to my story "Living Dolls." As I prepared to post it, I realized that the end of Chapter Seven, with Jason and Karen sitting on the steps awaiting the return of Jason's parents, was the best place to end the story. Nevertheless, there are more chapters. They have none of the humanity of the first story, but I wrote 'em, and I'll b...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2000-2007 The sexual situations in this story will be far ranging, an...
Chapter 1 "Noah come we will have to go now" Claude called to Noah who was busy sweeping leaves the grave of Ferdinand Barbedienne on Chemin Mont-Louis. Noah put his broom into the wheelbarrow and followed Claude leaving Rene to take the wheelbarrow and other items back to the yard. Noah was a 24 years old student, a smidge under 6 foot tall, with a lean...
This was actually a story intended for the nautical theme invitational, a few months/years back. I never got it done in time, but hey, thought I'd finish it up and throw it out there, see if anyone enjoys it. It was edited by 29Wordsfornow, who did a stellar job on it. This was an interesting problem, switching between time periods and perspective, hopef...
Chapter 16 61. Getting to Know You It had been some time since our groups had fully integrated, and it was marvelous to see how well we were getting along. Using hand signs, gestures, and some words we both could understand, they were able to explain what they had gone through, while they were on the dark side of the planet. They told us how their young, a...
An erotic story of love, lust and betrayal By Thomas Graham "Sex was the most fun I ever had without laughing"...Woody Allen...Annie Hall 1977 CHAPTER ONE....The Conference Swans Nest Hotel, Stratford-on-Avon. Tuesday October 9th 2012. 3:15 a.m. 'Fuck me, Tom!' Three favourite words dear to my heart, but tonight they seem somehow surreal, as if heard t...