Huginn's Yule or, How the Jólfaðr Came Calling on Yuletide Eve * © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotat...
Chapter 1: Where There's Smoke... Annika Whenever I sit out on my balcony (and I say 'balcony' with a great sense of irony, but my humble studio apartment with its fenced ledge suits me and my needs just fine) and light a joint, I always do so inconspicuously. Or so I hope. I've deliberately woven ivy and fairy lights around two-thirds of the wrought...
Chapter One Prologue -- This time I have tried my hand in a story that is set in a distant future. A little dystopic -- but it gives me the freedom to create people and places, and I thought it would be nice to try this genre. This is not 'a fuck a page' story, so if that's what you are looking for -- this is not it! It does have a lot of erotica, but...
Mike's Navy: a novel in five parts Part 2: Mike Meets Marlene copyright 2014 Welcome to the world of Michael Claymore. For those who are fans of Mike's from his mystery novels what we have here is a series about his life prior to the mysteries. We will discover what makes him tick, so to speak. I envision this prequel series in the following way: b...
Prologue Keene stared up at the ceiling and contemplated the darkness. He was safe, at the compound, tucked under the covers in a warm bed as snugly as a babe in its crib. He could dream the dreams long forgotten by a very different man, in a very different place and time. Dare he consider himself so lucky...to dream dreams and plan for the life he never th...
Philip Johnson Prologue An advisory to Literotica readers. This is a very long story involving photography for the first few chapters, and yes I do know that concept has been beat to death. I do hope that i've managed to give that idea a fresh treatment, and you'll stay with the story to see where things go. Good reading, Thornapple. Owen was forty one,...