Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hi again, folks, Lady D here! This section took a lot longer to finish than I expected. Like all the other parts, I wrote it over a year ago in February. When I got around to it this January, I didn't like it, so I threw it in the swamp, and rewrote it. That version sucked less, but it still sucked, so I thre...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the antepenultimate chapter of the Back to Hell! I was just going to use the word 'pen-penultimate' up there, but 1) research is fun, and I like the word 'antepenultimate', and 2) 'pen-pen'-ultimate might confuse those Evangelion fans who read this and expect a hot...
[I have a custom when I'm editing a Final Draft. I will purchase a rotisserie chicken from HEB, for my own personal consumption. Since it's a reward, neither the kids nor my spouse get to have any. I will eat my giant chicken, while editing my story, and when I'm finished, submit the story for publication on the site. This Final Draft required two entire ro...
"That was beautiful darling," Matron said as she rolled out of bed. She stood in front of the mirror, "thank god you haven't left too many marks. Those wives of yours love to tease. I don't want them distracted at tonight's meeting." Dave lay back and watched as she strode around his bedroom. "Put some clothes on, or come back to bed," he called. "I'm g...
"Granny Babette, I swear, this porno magazine isn't mine," Lucien Augustin said, and the big and tall young Haitian man looked at the tall, curvy older Black woman with a rather sheepish grin. Lucien Augustin, a first-year student at Algonquin College, had been attending the same predominantly Black church in Vanier, Ontario, his whole life. He was well acqu...
Hello all, Lady D here! I had to put a rush on this to make sure it was entered in time for the Literotica Thanksgiving Day contest. It took up the entire holiday, but I finally got it in. Yay, me! I'm totally gonna win that prize! What?! There's no Thanksgiving Day contest? Oh. No, it's okay. I'm fine, it's just allergies. Or something. Just...read the ne...
After struggling to get by as an actor and playwright in New York for nearly 10 years, I was tired of having to hustle for money and wait tables to pay the rent. I needed a change but it seemed that there were few honorable and stimulating career options in our bleakly market-driven society. In my theater world I was sometimes called upon to write reviews an...
Author's Note: The first chapter of this story was told from Jimmy Romano's point of view. Written from Alyssa's point of view, this story describes Jimmy in greater detail and spans over five years beginning with friendship and culminating with...well...you have to read it to find out. Enjoy the telling. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ People have told me that "love-at-first-...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Howdy boys and girls! We're finally back in Tarterus! And they say you can't go home again. Enjoy! * * * * * "Okay," Leanne said. "That's a new one." "You've never heard of this Thing in the Way?" Jason said. "No, I haven't," Leanne admitted with a thoughtful look on her face. "Does explain a few things...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello again, ladies and gents, Lady D here! I'd hoped to get this a bit earlier, but you know, holidays. Nevertheless, let's cap this year with the next part of the tale. Enjoy! * * * * * Jason found, to his surprise, that he wasn't falling. Or rather, if he was falling, he was doing a rather poor job of it. I...