This is my first story on Literotica although I have published a few elsewhere and may bring them across if suitable. Somebody famous (probably Mark Twain as he had all the best quotes) once said that fiction is always semi-autobiographical i.e. write what you know but I would be the first to say that David King is not me. I may have experienced some of the...
This is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This story happens some time after Posh’s Dilemma I and II and therefore all references related to but not explained in this story can be found in the “Dilemma” series. ****** It was a particularly dark eve...
"You can't really tell when you first look at him", Michael said. "In fact, when we've gone out in the past, girls have actually flirted with him, but then they soon realize he's different". Michael was telling his university friends about his younger brother, Emil, since the gang was going to be staying at his parents' home, an old Tudor-style house situat...
Lorna's Journals (Part Seven) I stood watching Ray's silver-haired head bob up and down on Rex's long, rigid tool. Ray moved quickly and with precision. Soon Rex began to thrust upward to meet his mouth to complete a perfect harmonious interplay between the pair. They worked together like a piece of well-oiled machinery. Lavern's fingertip swam in the moi...
It felt like dieing. His heart had been torn into a thousand different pieces, and he'd fallen dead on the ground not even bothering to try picking them up. He just lay there staring at them, numb and unable to move. The fall wasn't a long one; David only stood five feet six inches tall, but it felt as if he'd just jumped from the top of a New York Skyscrape...
Remodeling was a bitch. It had started relatively small. Switching light bulbs. Resealing the windows. Upgrading appliances. But new appliances needed a new look, so there was the bamboo flooring. And finally, in a fit of Al Gore-induced guilt, getting those solar panels. But, despite the cost and the months of having her house in complete disarray, Kat had...
Author's note: this story is set in a UK university science department and uses UK spelling and UK date conventions. Janice Hill crossed her fingers as she waited for the beep that would indicate the computer had finished processing the test results. This was the second variant of the fourteenth compound her lab was trialling in an attempt to find the first...
Josephine Al-Mansur stepped out of the shower inside her lovely suburb in the Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa, province of Ontario. The young Lebanese woman wore a bright smile and nothing else as she read a text message from a male co-worker. She was having the most exciting day ever. And it didn't even have anything to do with her exciting job as a computer tec...
There are moments that stick in my mind, unusual glimpses seem the most glaring. The sun light was piercing through the angles of the architecture from a certain angle. There were walls, roofs, awnings, and a little ray of bright sun pierced through it amid the dark fall day. The light was bright yellow. My eyes were so overwhelmed that it splintered and lef...
This is a work of fiction. Nothing is real, everything is permitted. It was a bitterly cold December night in the Midwest. The kind of night where, when a cold gust blows, you breathe it in and it knocks all the wind out of you. A man was just getting home from a bar, fumbling with his keys, trying to get inside, out of the bitter chill of the nights air. A...