Author's Notes: 'Drive' is my story for Literotica's Highway Song story event. This is another first for me. Dipping my toe into the Loving Wives category... and hoping not to pull back a stump! Truthfully, considering how volatile this category is (and some of its readers are), I have NO expectations. It sinks, or it swims, whatever. DAMN the TORPEDOS!...
Silvertree Chronicles Book Five Part 1, From the Brink, (Enhanced Edition) Synopsis: The distant and last living elven heir of the Silver line Jarronus'via Silvertree steps into the unknown shoes of past blade wielder heroes and champions over a millennium since the dragon's return. The Silvertree line on the brink of destruction and once again the Gods loo...
Life is what you make it, make your luck, destiny is in your own hands. Prologue I might as well own up right at the front of our short-term hopefully intimate but rather one-sided relationship between you the reader and myself: I'm an arsehole, no, let's be brutally frank with you, I am one dumb stupid arsehole. And an unlucky one at that. I never knew h...
The Man Who Fucked His Way across Chelsea and Back Again - Part 2 INTERVIEW I was invited to see the head designer, Liza Blow at Vagina Shoes after a successful phone call. I forwarded some of my friend's best sketches by email and she phoned me back a few weeks later. Jefferson, who let me borrow one of his portfolios, was a Cordwainer's graduate and spec...
This is my third contribution to the Summer Lovin' contest 2019. Please remember to vote at the end and thanks for taking the time to read. I hope you'll enjoy my version of an enemy to lover's romance. Note! Night crabbing is allowed in some countries but forbidden in others. The crabs referred to here are 'Cancer pagurus', a species that lives in the Nort...
"Boom" chapter archive (through Boom 20) translated by Hiroko: I can tell you about a different man I saw, also before Mitchell, of course. His name was Nat. I decided to write about us in the third person, not using "I" but "she" for myself. Maybe that makes the story clearer. And it's past, after all. Poof part 1 This is the story, a short one, of...
It had already been two days since their returning from Digha. On their arrival at Kolkata, Pawan Kumar was feeling exhausted and tired because of continuous fucking with two girls. He called the girls, and said, "Hey girls, listen to me. I am exhausted by fucking both of you at Digha. Now, I want to take rest for few days so that I could rejuvenate myself....
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes...
Paul turned up the collar of his light jacket and stuck his hands in its pockets to ward off the chill of the bitter wind that had come with the late November dusk. This part of the city was unknown to him. He had been walking the streets aimlessly since mid-afternoon trying to recover after having his heart and dreams shattered. The day had been warm and s...
This is a little unusual for me since I tried to implement a different format feature for the first time. Sometimes these don't work as well as you would like. **** How do I start this story? Ellen and I married young and retired young, and what? We failed retirement 101? We are lost in a sea of opportunity and we are clueless? How about, I wake up every...