Out in the woods of Colorado, there was nestled in a small valley the town of Dursk. The town itself was made up of only two main streets. Most people who lived here had their homes in the woods. It was the kind of place that one would wake up to cool mountain air, the chirping of squirrels (which many in the town referred to as tree-rats) and serenity. Ever...
Obviously, step one in writing a novel, get an idea. Authors get the question all the time: "How do you come up with your ideas?" Assuming you're not one, I can answer that: Formal viewpoint. Or a functional mentality. For example, Forbes Magazine had a front page cover about how al-Qaeda was losing money, and it suggested that Osama needed a new business...
[Author's Note: A bit of a post-modern lark, this one; or maybe not? The feedback is entirely fictitious. In the real world, comments are still welcome and appreciated.] Alexa drained the last dregs of her morning coffee, almost grateful now to be alive, if not perhaps to be awake, and sat down to check her email. She was greeted with the usual barrage of...
Dear readers, please make sure you've read part 1 first,, this will make absolutely no sense without having read part 1 as it does continue on from exactly where part 1 left off. Also there's no sex in this one, enjoy. As they rolled out of the driveway two conversations started up, one in the back between Hazel, Rose and Sara explaining exactly what was g...
Introduction The late American author Anatole Baskin only ever published one book under his own name: a how-to manual for the installation of automatic dishwashers, which went out of print in 1964. But, under a plethora of pen names, Mr. Baskin, one of the 20th century's busiest pulp writers, produced several hundred works, many of which remain the objects...
You think you know what you want. You're a grown woman, after all. This is not your first time around the block. So, when he shows up, a smaller, darker man than you expected - strangely soft looking somehow - you're tempted to throw $3 on the table and leave before your coffee even cools. But you don't. He's quicker than you are, with the light grace of a...
I have made this an interactive story because every reader has the capability to imagine his or her version of the fine details. So I have left some intimate parts for you to imagine. Hope you enjoy the new experience. *** Completely Naked with only leather cuffs on ankles and wrists. A tight collar choked around your neck. You wait with eyes focused on t...
FOREWORD The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but... By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available ch...
FOREWORD Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 differ...
John followed Carrie out of the Garden Room and up the stairs to one of the doors which had remained locked on his previous visit. Carrie used a finger print reader to unlock the room and led her new slave quietly inside. It was a large room, floor, ceiling and walls all covered in a shiny white, hard rubber which gleamed in the bright lighting. At the far e...