COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...
He's stalking me. Rachel realized with a start as she looked out onto the crowded dance floor. She knew exactly who it was, because she'd seen his face all day. He was beautiful, too beautiful to be an assassin though apparently no one had ever given him the memo. He was over six feet tall, with a thick pelt of wavy blonde hair and a chiseled face that screa...
My Uncle, J.D. Spencer, passed away last month and left me his Antebellum Estate outside of Aiken, South Carolina. Julius Daniel Spencer, M.D. was a psychologist and the great, great, great, great grandson of George Washington Spencer. Each successive heir in the Spencer family took over the Marital Institute that G.G.G.Great Uncle George founded before the...
"I still think this sounds depressing." Claire grimaced. "There's a spot," she said, watching the reverse lights of a car come on as it started to back out. Tom stopped the car waiting for the space to vacate. "We'll just pay our respects to Calvin and catch up with some of our friends." Calvin Custis was dying. Calvin transferred to Claire and Tom's hig...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
I know this one is long, but the way the plot wove into original sexual situations kept me writing. I hope you enjoy. ***** Chapter 1: The Arraignment "Would you look at her?" I took a sip of my champagne and looked at my friend incredulously. We were in a banquet hall with probably 300 other people. We were all wearing formal wear, and there were more t...
The Second Story: Give It Up For Me, Babe Claire: I love my husband. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Not one single thing in the world. But, with that being said. There is something I haven't quite been able to manage to do yet. Quit smoking. Yes, I admit it. I'm a smoker. I've tried everything. The patches, the gum, the pills, quitting cold tu...
Over the next couple days things were pretty mellow around the house. Up early, getting in a couple hours in our respective work offices, then a workout upstairs or some sort of activity outside, either a long walk or work in the yard. Jill was really putting in the effort with her garden at the far end and it was starting to paying off. Beautiful flowers an...
Author's note -- well, here's a new story for you all to enjoy while I finish the final chapter of my other story, Two Thousand and Ten. Yes, it is coming! As you can see from the title it is the first part, and I hope for there to be at least one or possibly two parts after that. As always, all characters are over eighteen years of age, and any resemblance...
God DAMN this was crazy! What the hell was I doing here? I looked down at my bare naked body and prepared to open the grungy door in front of me. I watched nervously as my fingers closed around the cold brass knob and slowly twisted, my sweaty palm making it almost impossible. The old door was wedged in place, requiring an additional push to get it free....