1: The Purple King 1702 Delanoe's fingers danced along the piano keys, he allowed the notes to infuse him, his instincts to guide him. There were those who dissected compositions, analysed them and strung the notes together in a vain effort to create their masterpieces. Delanoe had learned that was the worst way to create such work. If he dissected a cat a...
![Damien]The Dealer Damien is 18 years old. Always a big guy, he now stood at 6’3 and 225lbs of muscle. No one would find him pretty, but his face was relatively handsome and his physique was nearly perfect - a powerhouse of aggression when needed. Black hair was shaved close to his scalp, and a 5’clock shadow seemed to always be present on his face. Obvious...
The Asylum, a large Gothic manor that over looks the sea somewhere in England. The building is older then records, no one is sure when the Asylum was built, or who founded it, they just know it was always here. It is a place for the insane, the depraved, perverted and the unwanted. Not all who are forced to come here are insane, but one thing is certain... T...
An antique clock ticked away overhead, taunting April from her place under the stuffy, suffocating covers of the equally old bed. She watched the pendulum underneath it sway back and forth, something that should've been soothing, but just was another thing distracting her from turning in for the night. Eyes drifted from the clock to the old family photos stu...
Scenario : The West In The 22nd Century (The ideas in this story are merely fictions of the future. They are not meant to cause offence to anyone, whether Jewish, Muslim, 'western', 'eastern', religious etc. Read with an open mind. I posted Chapter 5 of this story on Literotica in 2007 under the title of 'Discovery Of The Real America', in which the lead...
Inspired by a married couple I have recently been chatting on line with, the following story contains elements of mild D&S between consenting adults. This is a subject I admit to having very little knowledge of, only what I've gleaned from conversations and the internet, so if I've got it wrong, I apologise profusely to anyone who practises that particul...
Here in the dark Theatre, we gather to see the plays and scenes that fell through the cracks. Great visions dreamed and discarded by shameful artisans and playwrights, forsaken by screenwriter and novelist as far too profane for public consumption. Here, in the Secret Theatre, these imaginings may come to life. If you peel back the wallpaper that surrounds y...
About 6 months ago you were spending the night trawling the Internet for something to do when you stumbled upon site that was running a competition. "MAKE ALL YOUR FANTASIES COME TRUE!" The bold header caught your attention and digging deeper you discovered that they were offering you "THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME" and all you had to do...
Your name is John Doe and you have been dead for a long time. When you were alive you ran the most notorious brothel in the city, servicing the richest and most depraved clients. But you got shot at a card game, and became ancient history. As a bitter angry ghost, you watched the city change through the years, your brothel house abandoned except for squatter...
A twist of magics ancient and the World of Warcraft takes new drastic form. The bloody history of the Horde changes… a lifestyle… a freedom… becomes The Way of the Horde. The prudish Alliance think it wrong and uncivilized, but for the races of the Horde they revel in it. What is the Way of the Horde? Quite simply that any female who is of age is free to be...