Dinner had been an overly long affair, the mutton greasy and steeped in a too sweet sauce, which, naturally, had been overly peppered with the cayenne beloved of the Anglo-Indian fraternity. The weather had added nothing to the ordeal of dinner. It was the time of year, before the rains come, when Ceylon is hot and humid and in which all of nature, and all o...
Chapter one: The Long Haul From the diary of James Down: Friday, January 20th. Sometimes I think I'll survive the long haul. The odds are against it (they're long odds), but sometimes I think I'll make the journey. Then I look around--and I don't have to look far, or for very long; the evidence is all around, in body bags--and I realise that nobody reall...
The prison governor, using Mikel as his interpreter, was very keen indeed that I should not return to America and make a terrific fuss about my enforced feminisation. I would not have put it past him to have arranged for my quiet assassination in order to permanently hide the fact that, during my six month's incarceration in his prison, I had been physically...
For all you perspicacious permanently petulant pedanticists out there, a divertissement of hyperbole and somnambulistic diction with sesquipedalian affectations designed to tickle your taste buds with superlatives galore. A feast for the ophthalmic organs and a laxative for the brain in stunning monochromatic detail, good enough to slow the indecent haste o...
Arriving in Dublin, I decided I would take a walking holiday, and explore the land of my birth. The first bus was heading to Kildare, so that is where I went. Three days into my extended holiday, I was sitting outside a pub overlooking the Atlantic. I noticed a mobile phone lying under a vacant table. I lifted it and found a cyber café where I did a search f...
This is part one of a seven-part novella. I'm posting all the chapters at the same time so you shouldn't have to wait long for the rest. A Literotica Box Set for the summer. The original idea for this work came following a discussion at the authors' hangout about frustrations with the black-and-white depictions of adultery in the section which cannot be nam...
After shitting out 22 pencils coated in nigger cum for the camera, the black men all applauded, apparently amazed by the deeds of this slut. Marg thanked them for their time and ushered them out of the house. Paula watched on as Lucy knelt on the edge of the bed, gingerly fingering her ass hole to ascertain if it was closing up properly. "Well done slut,"...
Snow White was feeling wretched and miserable as she lay naked in the shadows of the tall forest trees, as well she might after her unexpected rape at the hands of the forester. It had seemed such a jolly idea at first when he suggested walking into the woods with her ostensibly to show her what he did for a living, and the fact it was sanctioned by her usua...
Happy Birthday to me...Friday the 24th was my four year anniversary of joining Literotica.com, so as a special treat, four new stories in one go! The Bright Side: First Time for Everything In an effort to branch out in the world of writing I made sacrifices to the internet gods, and through the magic of email I have come into possession of some very inte...
Simon Sharpe. I'd set up a temporary shooting range in a field backing onto the woods. I had a group of the younger ones, Charlie, Lana, Tommy, Tia, Tilda, and Jamie. I'd showed them how to strip and clean the weapons in our little armoury the previous week, but now it was time to get them used to shooting with them, just in case they ever needed to. Som...