Author's note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Letters from an angel is no exception. It's strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren't, not yet, but I'm quite sure that there's a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least...
The sweat dripped off the end of my nose as I walked home from classes. Here it was not even summer and the heat was oppressive. We had been running our air conditioning full blast for the last two weeks and there was little relief in sight. My room mates and I knew that we could not be stuck in town for the long weekend with all this heat. Yet where could w...
I just stood there gasping like a fish out of water, with Grandpa still laughing his ass off. Spotted Owl was just looking back and forth between us, puzzled as to what was going on and starting to look a little annoyed. Grandpa noticed this and struggling to get his laughter under control, hurried to reassure him that he was not laughing at him and that I w...
Ten-year-old Marcus Chapman the fourth slowly twirled as he gazed into the magical, twinkling wonder of tonight's crisp, clear sky. A hand softly touched his shoulder. "Come on Mark; it's getting late and we still need to finish this block." Grabbing the handle of the wagon with his gloved hand he took a couple of quick steps to catch up with his grandpa....
I realize that lots of people have really wild sexual histories, scores of partners, men, women, both, threesomes. foursomes, orgies, non-stop fucking of one kind or another. Well, me, I've fucked two women, my first wife and my second wife. Boring, huh? I was a virgin when I met my first wife, Laura, and it took us about six months before we had sex. Then...
As we headed off toward town, I tried to think of what might have happened. We soon had to slow to an easy lope as the light was failing. We didn't want the horses to be injured by stumbling in the near dark. That would make it just that much longer getting there. The arrival of dusk took me by surprise. Where had the day gone? I knew the girls had let me s...
We were surrounded by eight young braves, all pointing weapons at us. "Whatever you do, don't touch your guns." Grandpa whispered. Right after Grandpa whispered that, I heard someone shout, "STOP!" Thinking 'now we've had it', I had scenes of Indian torture from old movies replaying in my head. The young braves backed up a step, but didn't lower their we...
Long-awaited continuation of this series, back by popular demand. I truly appreciate all of your kind comments as well as your patience. Thanks for the motivation, Decadentdessert! ************************* John contemplated for a moment before shackling the twenty-two-year old to the bedpost at the bottom of the bed. "To the north," John mumbled, almost...
From the author First I want to thank all who took time from your life to read my humble first submission to Literotica, well first submission anywhere. Needless to say as such it contained several errors and ended prematurely mainly because I thought it was getting too long. Then, when I continued with a chapter 2, I again neglected to reconcile a problem...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors, made corrections, comments, and suggestions to improve my story. Any errors you may find are mine alone. Dear readers—if you haven't read Chapters 1 through 4 of this series, I suggest you return to Chapter 1 to catch up. If you choose not to do that, be aware that Mike, Emily,...