Dust In The Wind Chords Stories

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Cords

by endthedream on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

He pressed the chords as deeply as he could. Surely this would get him through Sunday morning. Sunday morning was his least favorite time of the week. He thought it was worse than Sunday afternoon and evening. Everything was dead on Sunday morning. It seemed the world closed up shop then, more tightly closed than the rest of the Terrible Thunder Lizard, whic...

Going Home Ch. 02

by philaenis on May 30, 2018
Romance

My dad was to be commended to God at St Catherine's - the church where I first took communion; the church I ran away from. I walk in; everyone stares. Some looks are confused; others in wonder; others surprised. I genuflect and sit next to my mother. Jon - my younger brother - sits down in the pew behind us. I turn to shake his hand. Nothing and he looks a...

The Concerto Ch. 02

by CodaCiel on Dec 3, 2017
Fetish

The following is a work of fiction. All depicted characters are 18 or older; resemblance of characters' names to actual persons is coincidencal. SYNOPSIS: Randall has participated in a radical music rehearsal involving the use of ticklish women as instruments. He's not sure how to mention it to his girlfriend, and the performance is imminent. Originally po...

2016 Literotica Reader's Choice Awards Winners

by Literotica on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

The stories and authors below were chosen by our readers as the best of 2016, in voting which took place here. Though these are not the only wonderful authors and stories on Literotica, they are worthy of praise and recognition. Thanks to all of the writers for providing us with hours of hot reading, and to all of the readers for your input, support, and a...

Lost in the Wind Ch. 02

by Xantu on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

This is the story of how Cassy met her Master and the events that led to him to send her to the clinic in the series "Finding Home." If you have not already read "Finding Home", I would encourage you to read those stories as well. Enjoy. Xantu. In the cab Cassy's mind was a kaleidescope of images and feelings. What did he mean? What did he want? He said h...

She

by Jett_73 on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

This one's a little darker. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to Warrior_Wolf for the edits. ---------- Gasp. Shriek. Vermilion rivulets. Spasm, twitch. Still. ---------- Rending flesh makes a distinctive sound. It's hard to describe. Like ripping apart your roast chicken. But wetter. The grind of straining cartilage, the snap of bone. The ragged, frantic tea...

The Harem Girl

by Leilacake on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

She waits for him on the bed. The silk coverlet is soft on her tingling skin. The room is aglow with the light of many candles and softens as the dusk draws nearer. She eyes the wooden chest at the foot of the bed, only guessing what lies ahead. She dares not open it. Her master is already very displeased with her and she fears vexing him further. A tub fu...

The Eighty-eight Key

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Mar 17, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Part one chapter one Thunder in the distance, thunder that arrives like a broken promise. Thunder and rain, the strained promise of rain, rain in the air, rain -- like conditional release. As memory arrives on cooling winds, distant patterns both old and new emerge, like the wind sifting through old pines -- and new -- outside a dusty window. The disquieti...

Night Falls: Whitechapel

by IronDragon on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Horror

Foreword: This is a repost of "Night Falls in Whitechapel" by me, since I've decided not to include this tale in my "Last Crusader" novel. I'll be posting this one along with "Night Falls: Berlin" as a companion piece. While this one is posted to Erotic Horror, "Berlin" will be posted to NonHuman. Probably on the same day, if everything goes right. One o...

Chords

by PaulUK on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Another night, another club. Smoke tendrils in the lights of amps and spots; pitch black, shadows moving on shadows. I wrinkle my nose a little at the scent of piss in the stairwell, push through past the bulk of a sneering bouncer in a dark suit. There's a bar at this end of the room; within thirty seconds I have a drink pressed into my hands, numbingly col...