This is the continuation of Back in the Saddle. I got several requests to continue the story and felt like it was time to describe what happens once everyone is back from the festival. For those just joining the story line, you can start here without losing much or read Back in the Saddle to catch up with the characters. ************************** "What do...
I nursed my beer and watched the group sitting on the other side of the room. They were bikers, but they weren't. By that I mean they were all wearing riding leathers and had brain buckets on the floor next to their chairs, but there were no colors on display, no pony tails and beards and what skin I saw was free of tattoos. Three guys and four girls who lik...
Copyright©2010 by Mendon Fishers The sun was shining, and the air was calm, over all it was a very pleasant day. So you might wonder why I was standing in a grave yard, pissing on a head stone. It's ok; it is my wife's headstone. My name is Vinnie Pergolizzi and I'm a mob boss. I tried to trace the letters of her name, but my bladder ran out first. Marle...
It is the praiseworthy custom of authors on this site, when presenting to the public a literary endeavour which depends on a previous work, to direct the reader to that first writing. This humble offering cannot be understood without some knowledge of Miss Jane Austen's classic novel, Pride & Prejudice. If you have not read that novel, why are you wasting...
CAUTION: This is a completely unbelievable, profane, fantasy romp. All characters are unfortunately fictional, as are all the events. DISCLAIMER: These are plot laying, story building chapters, with unfortunately little nudity or even profanity. For all those in favor of rampant sex, tough, this is it. As always, enjoy! *Sheepish author comment: Sorry this...
**Disclaimer** This story has a little bit of a lot of things involved. It was written for the Nude Day Contest and I wanted it to pack a wallop. I hope you like it. **** Adam heard the whispers first. At least he thought they were whispers, tiny voices that were indistinct and seemed to be calling to him. He followed them, dropping his heavy pack, leavin...
By Robin O. Mr. Wallace and Me Part 11: Dad couldn't get off from work on Friday, but Mom and I went to Mr. Drummond's office in the morning. Mom wore a purple sleeveless, pleated, A-line polyester dress with a very modest scoop neck under her overcoat. I couldn't help but imagine what the dress would look like on me, but I was back wearing my blue men's...
I have little awareness of the passing of time now, but I do know it has been about a year since I was made a sex slave. My parents reluctantly let me go off to college in Boston. Living the good life retired in Vermont, as an only child my mother was fearful of letting me leave home. But I was restless, adventurous, and 21 years old. All of my friends had...
Hello everyone, thanks for looking over my first story. For those of you who are looking for a quick read, this is probably not one for you, since it is lengthy and little slow to start, but there are always lot's of other talented authors on Literotica that can help out! This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between characters herein to people, alive...
So, Abby, you may ask: Why are you buck naked, tied to a tritium ringed 50 megaton fusion-implosion bomb on an alien planet in orbit around the star 55 Cancri? Weren't you doing math homework like earlier this month? Why can't you have normal hobbies, like normal teenagers? "I believe that this may, in fact, be stomach acid," my girlfriend said, craning he...