(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...
AUTHOR`S NOTE: This is the tenth chapter of a multi-part story. Please read the first nine chapters before this one to understand the whole story. Please enjoy. The summer wasn't quite like that British movie, Four Weddings and a Funeral. You could consider it the Canadian counterpart, Three Weddings, One Renewal of Wedding Vows, and a Confrontation. Lous...
Heather Rhodes' POVArrowhead Pack, Roadkill's HouseNew Year's Eve Morning The knock on the door woke me up. It was still dark out, no shock around here where the sunrise wasn't until almost eight in the morning. I was burrowed deep under the heavy comforter with my pillow, and I didn't want to expose my skin to the cold of the room. "What..." "Breakfast is...
Thanks for the comments-both good and bad on the story "Blood from a Turnip". I had number of email requests for: A) A companion piece from the wife character Lisa POV. B) More descriptive sex scenes. C) To stop writing such crap and never submit anything ever again (guess you cannot please everyone). For those who wanted the A & B here it is my attempt...
Valerie's alarm went off at 6:00 with its usual beeping noise. Val's eyes opened to see the face of her lover up close and personal. She smiled at the face looking back at her. "Rise and shine, sleepy head. We have a date with a movie set." "Am I going with you, Mistress?" "Yes, I don't want to have to face Barry on my own. We'll pick up something for bre...
One Summer's day I watched through my bay window as the removal men unloaded their van and took all the boxes, white goods and other possessions up the concrete steps that led to the door of the first floor flat next door. The final item that they carried up the steps was a large clothes rail that was bustling with girly garments, many dresses and several co...
Chapter 1: Jack Corrode Allison pushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes. She stared down at the last question on her last final before Christmas break. She clenched her teeth in frustration. Allison had spent the previous two weeks studying for every class. Except for this one. "Alright class... please put down your pens. The TA's will come by and pick...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
"You need to go to the police, Skylar. If you don't, he won't stop and if he doesn't stop..." The fear in her mother's voice was palpable. "You have a son to think about, too." "I know, Mom, but I can't go to the police. It's too dangerous," she told her mother. "Skylar, that makes no sense. Doing nothing is too dangerous. Doug's abusive and he needs to...
I live on the outskirts of Charlotte. It's not suburban or rural, ruban, maybe? Just enough distance between neighbors so you can have all the privacy you want. Not enough distance so you can get to know your neighbors if you want. That's what this story is about, my neighbors. They moved into a large house down the road that had been vacant for more than a...