This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain, and all the children are insane. —The End by The Doors ******** I woke to the murmur of voices. The devotees and pain aficionados were starting to filter back into the Caligula Grotto. Stopping abruptly in her tracks, a pretty and voluptuous young blonde with shapely legs—and rump to match—caught sight of Gloria and...
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Ok, folks... as promised, here's the next chapter. It isn't quite as long as I thought it was going to be, but long enough. I spent a fair amount of time editing, adding a bit here, taking out a bit there, which explains why it took so long; I'm introducing some new people, too, so bear with me. As usual, I fully expect to piss off some liberals, but to be h...
The Conclusion There remained one more bustle in her hedgerow, one more spring clean for the May Queen. The trip. This trip, our trip, the fabric of our lives ripped apart and rearranged, the storm ravaged journey that had carried Deb to my side once again -- after twenty two years. I wondered, could she still hear the wind blow? Did she know her stairway...
This is a story about a sperm fetish. If the thought of that is distasteful or repugnant to you, you really should avoid this story. It was inspired by a suggestion of a Literotica reader, who wishes to remain anonymous. I should also note that there is also a bit of a first time theme to this story, at least in the first half. All of the characters are at l...
PART I Jerry Simms was a rather shy and bashful young man of 24 years of age in 1968 when he entered the Navy to fulfill his military obligation for the Viet Nam War. Jerry was also six feet two inches in height and weighed 175 pounds. Jerry had come from a family of people who had always answered the call to duty to serve in the military in times of war. T...
He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...
That day, a Friday in June, is emblazoned on my memory as though it were yesterday. Quite what it was about Angie that made my skin tingle like a teenager's in love I could not say. I wondered later. Maybe there had been a sign. Maybe the source of that fatal attraction was something deep within me that recognized, even though it could not know, that she wa...
Author's Note: The horror genre has always been one of my favorites. I had a great deal of fun writing this one. If you enjoy it, please feel free to vote and comment. Thanks! * The cool fall evening was beginning to turn dark as the sounds of dead leaves crunched underneath our feet. We could see the bonfire in the distance grow bigger with each step and...