Chapter 5: Paul "And this Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond..." That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire, and of the Comfort of the Resurrection: Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889). "You say you're leavin' - you'd better be sure. These hard times will drive you from door to door..." Chris Thomas King NOTE: The d...
I work as a Hotel night clerk at one of the largest hotels in New York City. Every night, I struggle to stay awake, and welcome thousands of tourist to the greatest city in the world. The hotel industry, I have found is my career niche, because I love people, I am very intrigued by different people. And as you can expect, you meet very interesting and peopl...
Denise leads the way to a big glass door, beyond her I can see a goodly number of the old gang there talking. They all turn to look when Denise opens the door then Gilly propels me out into the very large back yard. The guys all gawk at me as I walk toward them my breasts bouncing a little. I smile big when I see one of my more favorite booty calls I go righ...
(Author's note: This story is an official entry into the 2013 Literotica Earth Day story contest. The inspiration for this tantalizing tale came to me as I was looking for ideas, and found a picture on Google of a woman who had tied herself to a tree in protest against forest clearing. The idea blossomed from there, further inspired when I caught a few momen...
CHAPTER 1 Until Mrs Goldsmith nailed him in the first semester as a freshman, Blake Boxhill had thoughtlessly assumed sex appeal was confined to a handful of females who were sexy enough to lift themselves above the mass who exhibit careless indifference or sub-standard care or both. Mrs Goldsmith asked him to report to her office for a review of his work....
CHAPTER 1 Angrily clenching her fingers to a neck-size shape, Jessica Smart was on the brink of strangling her uncouth brother-in-law from the city who was staying with her and Mike for three weeks, and this was only day four. He'd already told her she had lovely tits -- tits mind you, not breasts or in a good mood she'd accept boobs -- not that he should b...
The dying man got dressed. Not that dying was going to be very hard, Bill Carter thought with a weak thread of his old humor. Easier than dressing, at least. Pain hampering every move in his hands and wrists, he managed to zip and button his heavy parka. A thick wool cap was forced over his head and ears, and he pulled the hood of his coat over it all. He e...
Day Sixteen PRINCE MATTHEW DREUS I surveyed the coastline, marking highpoints on my map where we could erect towers for the mirror relay. It was how my father communicated with Queen Tiadoa and Ambassador Wentz in the Highlands; a series of mirrors aimed at each other over great distances from great heights. There used to be a relay from Ardeni to Alkandr...
Summary: Senior Lieutenant Ranji Kandikan has returned home to his parent's estate under armed escort led by his blood-brother, Lieutenant Bilan Monaycote. While he has been away at training, opposition to his efforts to change the way women are treated in the military has increased. Members of his family and his command have been injured emotionally and p...
Copyright Issues: Nonprofit fiction. Bard's Song around the end is based off Bertold Brecht's poem "To our Posterity." Intro: The world of Dunia is similar to ours, where men and monsters evolved in similar forms, and lived side-by side with many continents and countries. The Continent of Ermor has two empires locked in a war for supremacy: Human Holy-Les...