I remember water. I remember pain. I remember the cold sting...of betrayal. Let me tell you lads and lasses a tale. Let me tell you the tale of a man who became known throughout the world as the Son of Poseidon. You are free to laugh at it if you so wish, but I hold the title with pride. If you so wish to picture me, then I shall spin a weave of my physi...
"If you have read 'MY RA' you may recall Zoe's first roommate, Pen or Penny. She was the out of control party girl. You may also recall that Miss Dawn was fuming because Penny was out partying instead of being where she was supposed to be. Before we can even talk about Penny we need to go back to the flood. When we hear the immortal words: "I'm her Mistre...
It was hot day in the middle of nowhere. Sarah was driving along one of those wide, open roads. The AC was on and she had stripped down to a blue bikini top and a blue skirt to match. She was 19 years old, relatively innocent for her age, and on her way to her sister's new apartment, half way across the country. She was hoping to reach there by evening the f...
Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. This first chapter is the set up for what's to come, simply for the character development and scene setting a novel requires. It's my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you. *** The summer after graduating high school...
Chapter Six Breakthrough! It was close to 1:00 in the morning, the same evening. It was late. Everyone was tired, but no one seemed ready to go to bed. Mary, Fletcher and Sorrel were all sitting in the living room. The television was on, but there wasn't much to watch, even with satellite TV. Fletcher had a pretty good home library, but as yet Sorrel knew...
Copyright 1999 - 2010 Revised 2010 I love reading and writing dialogue, from Jack London and Ernest Hemmingway, to William Faulkner, Elmore Leonard and Eudora Welty. To me, dialogue places one IN the scene. Often times, when dialogue is extremely well written, I can HEAR the characters talking to me. And so, I've tried to emulate these writers by attemptin...
I have it all. A beautiful apartment on Park Avenue, a spacious home on 10 acres in Southampton, a winter home in Palm Beach and a delightful getaway villa at the tip of Cap D'Antibes. I have a Ferrari when I want to drive myself and a chauffeur driven Rolls Royce when I don't want to bother looking for a parking place. I have a family with none of the respo...
Nancy, Guys Arrive at the House I parked the car around the corner from the house, locked it, and went in the house to wait. After taking an enormous piss, I turned on the porch lights and killed all the lights inside. I sat at the kitchen table in the dark, imagining male hands up my wife’s skirt or reaching down her blouse. I took out my cock, which had b...
Guilt can make you do crazy things. We'd had an argument that morning. She keeps insisting she wants a maid. She's been demanding one for weeks. I say we don't need one. She doesn't work. My job covers our nut. What's she going to do if we get a maid? Eat bon-bons all day? More likely, spend all our money shopping. Not that we couldn't afford one. I'm...
***Well, I have come across a story I wrote YEARS ago and while it is non-erotic, I am not sure if it is really that good...If I took the time to sit and edit and re-write, it might not be too bad of a story, but for shits and giggles I am going to post it, chapter by chapter. I am not looking for votes or feedback, but if you feel it necessary to do so, fee...