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COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...
NOTE: This starts a bit weird. I actually incorporated an older prose poem of mine to use as "Joe's Dream" in the Prologue which may be a bit hard to understand. Don't worry. Things get much easier to read afterwards. The story occurs in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St Paul in the mid to late nineties. There may be similarities to real people, but thi...
A WEEKEND WITH MONIQUE Friday evening after Julian left my hotel room, I was thinking about anal sex and how addicted I had become to it. I found myself checking out curvy bottoms more than ever. If a woman had nice legs, a flat tummy and a shapely ass, she had my attention. Small to medium breasts were an added plus but I was not attracted to big busted wo...
This story is an act of fiction, all characters are over the age of 18. Prologue: Jack, is simply not bound by conventional standards of decency of today. Jack has rugged good looks, is confident, charmingly funny and talented, creating energy around himself that is addictive and a trap to the women who come in contact with him. Underneath it all, Jack's...
"I'm telling you, it's a real fetish," John Sanjust said. John and Mario Vailati stood on a metal gantry overlooking a large, circular glass tank. "Nah, you're yanking my chain," Vailati said. "Rule 34. If it exists, there is porn of it somewhere on the internet." "Yeah, but—" "Google it," John said. "You'll find tons of pictures." "I don't get it. Wha...
Chapter Seventy-Five: Dwarven Politics The first discrepancy between the real Orzammar and the game was stairs. There was a massive flight of stone stairs, wide enough for a platoon of soldiers to march in formation, leading down into the mountain. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. It made little sense that you would enter at high altitude, even wi...
A French Independence Day The cheering crowd still haunts my dreams. All her life she held her head so high; after all, she was of royal birth. Now it had bowed, to the blood-crazed mass of onlookers who once cheered her arrival. The guillotine had taken my queen, but not my devotion. The Place de la Revolution was stained blue from the blood of the nobles....
Author's Note: This seriously shouldn't have taken as long as it did, I was planning to release this last month but between multiple rejections and re-writing the first draft because I wasn't happy with how it went I was pretty delayed. Well that and I'm a lazy ass, and I apologize for that. ***** Philip awoke quickly and out breath, feeling like he only e...
She was there again. I had seen her the previous year, and occasionally in the office. As usual, her long brown hair was slightly unkempt and she was wearing a dark sweatshirt, dark pants and dark trainers. Her face had that slightly shut in look of someone who doesn't want to be noticed. Indeed she was curled up on a chair in the corner of the room. I wante...